Month: July 2026

Receiving an email from my personal friend Pedro who is extremely close with me in many ways he showed me that “Checkmate” my latest book was now available on Amazon. He sent a picture of my two books on the internet, and a strange phenomenon came about.

I found a height of increadable this has now came about. First you must know that this book came about after over 30 years of writing and changing and re-doing I had strange feelings. Then when that flashed through my mind I saw a feeling of thankfulness, then pride, then those that had helped me to get to this point.

All at once like a heard of turtles ran through, slow but so many the heart had to flutter and I all at once found what God had meant when he said I will build a house for you and it will have many rooms. I got a taste of those rooms, not in the future but right now in this world.

The rooms he makes available are those hidden thoughts those emotions of splendor and thankfulness. It became obvious to me he had these rooms for us to dwell in and all available in the blink of an eye. Those rooms are in our very soul for eternity.

I found that I just saw a few of  those rooms. I had no grander of what I had done, what I felt was deeper, and more educational than any one of  them. The total graphs that came to me was not a personal anything it was like the rooms were for my viewing and I could see that all this is tied together in harmony and love.

The book I speak of “Checkmate” was true and a history of near-death experiences that I had been happen to me in this life. When you read and see the times that I have almost died and been saved you will see just one room of many built for us. That book was most obviously made in one of the rooms  created for my life and its purpose.

My being  saved has more meaning than that I had put to words that which was given to me. How can one be proud of personal gain when saved from death? How can I feel pride in writing the book? Do you see I can not be proud of writing any more than I can be proud of being saved. I have the same room in my heart for Pedro, for Gatekeeper publishing, for Sergio for helping with web page. Do you see they are all rooms made for us, and this is only my way of saying to God, the universe and all of you. Thank you for allowing me to share that which I have received and most graciously pass to you.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Growing older has many disadvantages but most are because of Habits and things that come on so slow we do not know they are taking our lives the same way a master takes control of a subject of his slave.

When I was a young man still wearing short pants. That alone should be brought to light. You were not to wear long pants until you reached a certain age. This stopped before my time but the saying still has a place.

If I went to a friend’s house when I was a ten years old and he was counting marbles when I went into his home and he looked up and said, “Hello”, then went back to counting  marbles I would get up and go home he was obviously to busy to see me.

If he came over and brought the bag of marbles with him and said, “Hello”, then opened the bag and started to count I would watch for a few minutes and go outside and leave him.

If I were on a date and she was to spend more time talking to someone else than with me I would get up and leave her and never date her again.

Cigarettes and whiskey are habits that are so strong that the person who is addicted to them pays no attention to what other people are smelling or watching. Those are microscopic to what we are allowing to be in society today.

We have allowed the telephone to take precedence over our very fabric of attention either personal or socially. If you laugh at someone who smokes because of health and expense you should really enjoy watching a film of yourself when you cant even go to the bathroom without the phone. Eat a meal without a phone. Read a book, visit a friend, play with a pet. We have allowed ourself to be hypnotized to the point where we are slaves to a phone.

It became obvious to me last night when traveling with two friends in a car and my phone rang. And rang and rang and rang. Each looking to me as if is your hearing that bad you don’t hear that? They are thinking. I said, “I hear it”. But I did not answer it. I found that I was being control by an instrument of mind gathering, mental diversion, that I would not allow.

Who could be on the phone that could not wait till I was the one that decided where my attention should be?  I have be exposed to many things in life that were habits of personal involvement but nothing on this earth has ever touched the fact that I am to stop my very breathing, movements, anything or everything I am doing should come to a halt because of a stupid telephone.

One would not go into public without a shower or personal hygiene, but they will stop whatever is going on to answer a phone regardless if they know who it is or not. Setting across from you when this happens makes me want to say, “You go ahead and talk on the phone I will just set here and fart while I wait.”

            Think about it you could be reading the bible and the phone rings, and you will put down the book to answer the phone. Why not just say out loud. “God will you wait a moment someone more important wants me”. Do you think that is less to me,, when we are speaking and you stop and talk with someone else?

What has became of our social skills that we would  be visiting with our closest friends and let a stranger butt in? Artificial intelligence has not destroyed what we have allowed now, and it will only get worse. We have became a slave to a damn phone. A phone has taken our ability to reason, our ability to think for ourselves, and it has been so slow, and gradual that now it is a common thing.

Forty years ago, if we were setting at a table, and you were to say to me. “just a moment I have to talk to someone,” and you would get up, and go aside, so as to have privacy on a telephone, when you came back I would have been gone.

That’s my very point, not only you, but I have allowed you to do this and have done it myself. What has happened that we have let the telephone control our own thoughts? No habit can touch the fact that we are controlled by this. We would not allow smokers, a drunk, a person who has not showered it ten years and stinks to high heaven. Someone who is naked or dressed filthy to set across from us. Yet we would ignore them to answer a phone. Who is the lowest in respect for the other? And worse yet no one can see it. How can we become such a vegetable in life?

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Sometime when I am resting and or writing in a book or even when I am writing these articles I have a enter thought that I should say or write something. Where that comes from I have found maters not in the least, but something that I feel should be told keeps nagging at me and the story I am wanting to tell should have been told several times before now but for my outward feelings sometimes is put a  aside and not said. I have such a strong push to put this to words I am about to tell it as it will not leave me alone. Over and over again it echoes in my head.

When I was a young man in Utah I had then and still do many friends that I grew up with and shared many of lives questionable moments.

One of these was I continually ask friends if they believed in the bible. Now understand this I was not a religious fellow; I just had questions that I wanted to hear their responses to.

I received what I found to be a “Caned answer”. They would invariably say I believe as long as it is, “translated correctly.” Many times, I heard this, and each time I would study on that answer, knowing in my heart that it was an answer that satisfied each one that said it, why the bible could be wrong. Or it justified the way they wanted to comprehend something else ,that was not quite according to what the bible said.

After many years of dwelling on this and that is not an understatement. I thought on this for years and continually remembered that “Caned answer”.  If finally found meaning to me that what they were saying is their God was capable of having men write the bible, but he was not capable of helping another translate it as it was intended. Why can a God be so powerful and knowledgeable that he can give one the ability to write it but can not give another help to translate it? Is God limited? Not if one thinks about it.

As I put words to this article, do I receive that which I speak of? Where do I get the advice, the subject the material to say to the world what I can’t help but write. I feel strongly that I am a messenger of something, is it God?  If not God who? What?

I finally accept that it does not mater if it is not God, but it makes sense to me and others should I not continue to put forth that which is in me screaming to get out. I know I am a messenger not the messenger but a messenger. Jesus was “The” messenger.

If people did not believe him then, and he told straight out who he was and still no one believed him. I know not where or why I am a messenger, but does it matter? If what I say is not a contradiction to truth and honesty is what I say bad? Am I wrong putting words to my enter thoughts and sharing them?

I have ask of the heavens for answers to my thoughts, but the only thing that stands out is, who reads, how many reads, or if no one reads, why should I worry, about what the reader thinks, of what I say? If I find comfort and joy in putting words to my thoughts and it is stuck in a hole in the depth of the earth does it matter?

Once again I find myself wondering what the purpose of this is? Have you wondered why you read the things I write? I guess we will never know the answer to that question.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Let me begin by again stating there is no such thing as a coincidence. In a previous article I told of our receiving a breath of life from the creator. When we received that breath of  life we received the image of that which gave it to us. So, if we received a breath of life creating us, we also received the ability to give that creation, the same way we received it, gave us that ability.

We also was gave the right to chose what was, what is, and what will be. Words affect us not in just what they mean to us when we read them, hear them or say them.

Meanings can change the same way as a word can have different meanings upon the way it is presented, the same word an image can have different meanings.

Images, words and creations all are gave with choices we are gave the freedom of choice along with these other abilities. I can chose to accept or I can chose to ignore that which is presented to me. If I accept it I can still choose whether to believe it or not the same with creating something.

I can accept that I have the ability to create or I can ignore and refuse to believe I can create something. Words, images and creations are gave in many ways.

Example: God gave the ten commandments (laws) with Moses and called them that. When Jesus was speaking he told us he was there not to change the law but to fulfill it.

In Revelations (bible) God says that those that follow his commandments would receive and he points it out very plainly.  Same word,  different meanings,  gave in a different way.

My point today is not to teach but to give thoughts or make available to consider that we have many gifts but the one most important is choices. We have that choice on every subject, on every image, on every  word or thought.

I can chose to accept are I can ignore or disbelieve anything put before me, now in the future or in the past. My choice. No, my friends it is no coincidence, I received these gifts, the same as you did, the choice I choose, to believe is my own Choice.

Isn’t it wonderful to have the choice between right and wrong, yes or no, love or hate, sadness or happiness? Truth or coincident its all the same, just a mater of choice.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Am I an image of the creator or am I something less? Just what is an image? When I see a new Ford truck I walk away with an image in my mind. That image includes a motor and transmission and all that makes it run. I don’t think of that image as anything less than a complete copy of other new Ford trucks.

In my mind an image is all that it is meant to be. Not just the outside but the total complete package. So is man an image of God?”

It is written that he created us in is image, he blew life into us so that we may receive life and that would include his image, because he was created in mans image so when he blew into us that breath of life he also blew that image into us. So he was created in our image and then he gave back our image and his image compined.

The next thing I must consider is someone who is capable of creating all, and created man, is he limited by only blowing breath into the first only? Why would I assume that? With unlimited capabilities, could he not blow the first breath into me? By what kind of thinking, makes one think that he only put breath into one man? To me, I accept that he gave me that same breath that he gave to the first, and all ever sense.

Accepting that I got the image from him directly not passed through my mother, not passed through an image of others, but directly from him. My physical body is from my mother and father her on earth, but my very breath came directly from him, in his image.

Every time I go back and look at that Ford truck I renew the image, the same way every time I draw a breath, I renew the image gave to me. Now with that thought in mind, when I draw a breath as an exercise, I hold that breath, just long enough, that the image can be stored stronger. As looking at the Ford truck and holding that view, so that I might recall it better later.

I personally believe that what ones definition of what an image is, should, be considered, when one thinks of God. That image is where the first breath, the first knowledge of life’s basic beginnings, started us on our own personal path.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

My words, my thoughts, my articles, my writings are from the heart as I have said before many times. Those that not want another view from outside their viewpoints will not read these. But there will be those, that look for something, and I put to words, that which is possible they needed to know.

Writing a book called lives treasures makes me ask myself just what are lives treasures this side of the grave? What are lives true treasures? What if one were to actually be put on the spot he had to answer that question. Could you?

Boil it down to one answer. One meaning, that had to stand for all eternity. If one said Gold, and then ended up out in the Shara Desert for all eternity with only that treasure would that still be a treasure? No water, no food, no people.

Your family? Back to the desert again, now what? Just what is life’s true treasure? Knowing the pitfalls, and taking in all that is possible, after making the choice, what would it now be?

It would do no good to say a place, because that in itself is not a treasure. What place on the face of this earth could you have for all eternity, if that was all you got. Would you be content in the Garden of Eden, if that was all you got?

Now we have eliminated some of the things we think are really important to us, but when we get right down to the final end result do we know?

Do you think Elon Musk knows it? Jeff Bezos? Larry Page? Just who would do you think could know the answer any better than you do? President Trump? Not money obviously, not power either, so we have to bring in deeper thoughts and more time thinking about the question.

Is there an answer? Yes without a doubt, and when you think about it you will find you not only have the right answer, but have that very gift.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

 

Search and you shall find. Nanci a good friend here in Costa Rica gave to me a book as a gift a few days ago. I had gave to her several gifts of what she can use physically, like I just gave her a cooler with wheels to go to the ocean each morning to watch the sun rise. Her birthday is the 20^th so it can be useful for her. In return she went beyond this, and gave me a book, “Conversations with God”,  By Neale Donald Walsh.

So much truth, and wisdom, I found that I got the best, of the best gifts, one could ever receive. It brings to light many of the things, I think and say, that to say it grabbed me, would be an understatement. When one sees something that rings true, regardless where one finds it, proves again there are no coincident in our life’s.

The first one that stood out to me was the teachings we receive that we are all sinners and come from sin, it is born in us.  If one believes in God then they know that God made us  in his image. We had a choice then as today, if we received from God that which he is, then we have to know we are gave love. So, if we chose sin, as our heredity, not love, we  chose the opposite of love, which means we chose the other of the two handed to us. Is that by itself not a sin?

Going further; if one believes Jesus died on the cross to save us from sins, we have to consider more than that which we had been told. Before that moment in history, that moment in time, that which had been gave to us before was forgiven. So, the Ten Commandments were before this time. Right? All was forgiven, and if those were analyzed and thought about, if we are gave the ability to choose, why was we commanded these things? You cannot have both, you either have a choice, or a commandment, but one is insisting on something, the other gives us a choice. Which is it?

If one believes Jesus Christ then one has to understand that his dyeing for us was not just part, but all before him changed, from the old to the new. Now we are in grace not laws, not what was, but what is.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Remember I am a messenger not a preacher, not a profit, only a man with a message only. What you receive, what you take from me are words, only. The meaning that you put to these words, are for you to only, for consideration. Not a conclusion but a thing that can be light in a world of causes.

 

As I wonder through life I try to observe and try to see that which many times is lost to me, because I move to fast, don’t pay enough attention to others, are just plane lazy.

Saying hello to one of the local whores, is not a bit out of my character. I enjoy a friendly smile regardless  of who gives it to me. After walking away from a lady friend of the night to myself, I thought it over. Just which one of  us is the whore?

She goes to out at night to raise money to pay for a child, or two, that she has agreed in her mind is her responsibility. I give a few coins or small bills to receive a smile, or a cheerful greeting.

She respects me for who I am without me being her customer, just someone who smiles, speaks a few kind words and goes about life. I don’t feel a bid bad having her come up and put a kiss on my cheek, an arm around my shoulder and a small squeeze.

Thinking it over am I not a whore in my own way? I don’t go to bed to receive payment I get mine right out in front of the world. I have an enter peace that gives me a lift because of others kindness to me. I don’t require the bedtime I require the smile, the handshake, the greeting, and the acknowledgement that you give to me when we meet.

I sometimes wonder why they run these types of people out of town. Ladies are known for that, but is that not like running one’s own competition out of business? If a woman has a husband if she is truly a wife by more than a name, should she worry that this lady is giving to men that which they are desiring?

I had a very close friend John Chedister, one time, he is dead now so I can tell the story. He was the attorney for the Heber City, Utah. One day while having coffee I ask John, how he could stand before a judge, and bring charges against a man for drunk driving, when I had been in the car with him many a time, he was in the same shape.  His answer, “It is my job to prosecute him, and he got caught not me.”

I think that is my answer today some take life as an obligation, or a job, and I take it as a means to enjoy others, not competition, not for a reason other than friendship and smiles.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Day three of my diet which is really a fast. My ability to diet is stop eating not cut down. I think a diet is according to ones own body and requirements. I smoke for a few weeks, and I stop for a few weeks, no big deal. I find it easier to cut out than cut down.

To me personally I feel trying to quit smoking but cutting to a number of cigarettes a day is a lot harder than just stopping. Cutting down on food is the same way to big a change will not last with me. I am down 8 pounds today from the day before yesterday. Two days but I have done this  for so many years I know the pitfalls that come after the fast. Stuffing ones face comes really easy after a fast.

Same way with smoking when one only quits for a few days if he returns to smoking he will try to gain back those cigarettes that he didn’t get by smoking many to catch up. Food is the same way. I am down 100 pounds from two years ago and I did it by fasting and not dieting. Now let me refine that statement.

I want to be a pilot and fly a 727 aircraft. By setting in the seat with all those instilments is a hard way to learn to fly. Obviously the way is a small step at a time.

I could not do open heart surgery if you laid on the table and gave me an instrument I would not know where to start. That like anything else takes training and a willingness to want the results.

Faith without action? With no outside education I concluded that to lose weight and keep it off would only be solved by changing my diet and not all at once. I cut out sweets, like donuts, cakes, pies and other wonderful spectacular things I loved.

I doped the weight by fasting then going back to the way I had been eating but that was different in that it did not include sweets that had already been taken out of my head as a necessary food source. If you want to stop smoking then those cigarettes that are supposed to help you quit are to me like eating a donut that was cooked with sugarless junk. The cigarette or the donut to us fat people are the same thing.

You can not keep wait off, you can not stop smoking, you cannot stop alcohol, or anything else until you personal want to do it. They can write on the cigarette pack how deadly it is, but I would pay you a hundred dollars for everyone who puts those back to the seller because of that on the pack. Oh, but you have to give me five cents for every pack sold with that on it.

You can lead a horse to water a lot easier than you can push him. Those that have the warnings are from the stone age. Why do they not put on the pack of cigarettes, “The money you spent buying these could have feed two homeless people or twenty pigeons.” Pull the mind don’t push it. If you want results go the positive way don’t put desserts on the mind, put something that is good and inviting to you.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

It is amazing how our lives change, and things just seem to work out when we allow suffering and misery to just pass without having to do anything. Today I start a three-day diet that I feel is necessary to bring back that closeness and mental images that have kind of drifted away.

Climbing on the scale I find I have gained five pounds, and I know that diet is a major factor in our ability to live a healthy and prosperous lifestyle. I am not a doctor of anything, but I try to be observant of things happening, with me and around me.

Yesterday was the first day in a long time I had no desire to write, or read, which is like the sun didn’t come up at all. I think the five pounds that the scale showed was testimony to why. If the stomach is busy digesting the food, I personally think it is taking away from the energy necessary to think as one should.

I did see in an article yesterday that Bill Gates had spent 100 million dollars on Alzheimer’s disease, and he says that combining honey and cinnamon together gives that which is necessary to correct this. I have used Cinnamon in many of my drinks and food and have been using honey for sweetener for my tea. Can that be why I don’t feel I am loosing any memory or is it something else? Who knows but I mention this for you to think about and what could be the downfall if it does not have any effect upon us? Bill Gates lost his father to Alzheimer’s and that is why he said he would spend all his resources necessary to help this cause. Those that feel the rich should be penalized for having money should understand that money is not a bad thing.

The key here is how it was accumulated not having it. Bill Gates added to society when he built his Empire, not by taking from society to get it. I am not trying to build Bill Gates to appear as anything great or anything else.

My first book corrected and published is available now “The Ghost of the Coffin”. I was working on the first book I had written in “The Great Eagle”. I have completed four of this series and I was correcting and changing book one, when I was in Colombia. For no reason at all I sat down one morning to write, and the story of the Ghost became so strong in me that I put what I was doing aside, and in six days wrote that story. Why?

So, I decided that perhaps that was intended to be put ahead of what I was doing. After completing it I wanted it published so getting online, and searching I started with Bill O’Reilys publishing company and found that some publishers retain all rights to the book and if it should become a movie that publishing company holds those rights. So, the author gives away a lot when signing with them. So, searching, and as God seemed to lead me I found Gatekeepers Publishing, and after several emails back and forth, I felt they were the ones to help me going forward. I could not be happier with these people than I am. Professional advice, proof reading and changes they would suggest, after reading the material. Then they offer an amazing artist design of the cover, and then publishing it, not stopping there, they advertise and as they show on their website they are a family with the authors.

I was pulled mentally to a new book “Life’s Treasures” that I have told you, was about a father and son going into the Forest on a weeks outing. It is a very spiritual book with many things the father says to the son that others should hear.

All came to a halt, so that is why the fast, perhaps my mind will clear, and the drive to write is another of the things that are gave to me, not to be just understood, but to realize, that I do not control my desires, because I want them. I feel our paths, and our everyday experiences, are more than we understand. If I am a tool made for a reason, prayer, and fasting, must be used to get back on track of my journey.

Again, I may not be an author, but I sure want to be as good a tool for God as possible.

A Messenger,

Verl K.