Author: Verl

Fasting today again; Today is the second day and I know from past history that it will not be as easy as yesterday was. I started this weight loss at around 318 pounds. Finally said to myself that was it no more.

Having figured out that to quit cigarettes was not as tuff as dieting. I reasoned that to make a guy quit cigarettes and tell him to smoke three or four a day until he got over the habit made about as much sense as cut down on your food and you will lose weight.

Tell an alcoholic to drink only three drinks a day and you will eventually be alcohol free. Didn’t go to Yell but I did yell a lot in hallways. The echo made as much sense to me as a diet.

Myself personally and that is the one that guides my foolishness says cutting down is stupid cutting out makes more sense. I learned years ago that I lost weight when I did not eat and that scale encouraged me to reach my goal.

My first start on this journey when I had finally put the determination into me head that I was finished being a fat slob. I was into the fasting about four days on that first run and someone said to me that is not healthy. I ask is it less healthy for the body to be one hundred pounds overweight or go without food for a few days.

I went from 318 to  around 300 pounds in that first fast. As I remember it was nine days, but I drank water, coffee, tea or whatever I wanted but no alcohol. After the nine days of fasting, I came off of it and when I started to eat I went back to about 308 real fast. I rocked up and down from there and tried several diets but still maintained that 300 plus weight.

Conclusion: Fasting will do it I  tell myself. I went five days and dropped to below 300 which I told myself if I went over that I would immediately go on a fast. I have held at 280, 262, 230 and now heading for 220 which if that is a platform I must use I will .  Each time I had to fast to get off the weight that seems to be except able to my body but not to me.

I personally feel dieting is to maintain, not lose, as I have previously explained. This time , I have added my pipe smoking to the fasting. I love the leaning back holding  the pipe. The smell, the taste the mental imagery it brings to me. But I know all that it causes cancer, stinks, is messy, and smelly to most.

Fanny my woman hates the pipe like a skunk hates a dog. Hell, I gave her a diamond ring, and she still expected me to shower. If God had meant me to be an Angel he would have gave me wings I told her.

Anyway, here I am setting thousands of miles away from my roots, slave to a woman, a man deprived of food and smokes.  Forced to look out to sea and pound on a keyboard for exercise. Just so you know it’s not where you are, it’s not who you know, it’s not what you eat. So, what is it? Give me a two-pound steak and I will tell you.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

 

As always I have an urge to put to words things that are on my mind. Because I  feel so deeply that God has blessed me in any way possible to have things, not that I deserve, but he saw and gave to me.

It is said in the bible that old men will have tongues and prophecies. I have been speaking in tongues for years. When in Costa Rica I had those speaking in Spanish and I would talk back in tongues, and they laughed not knowing it was Gods language.

Now I am going to give voice to the prophecies which I feel so strong about.

I think the Iran problem is controlled by God, and the ending will be a great victory to the world.

I predict the oil will be used to pay off much debit of the United States.

I predict that President Trump will come out of this with standing ovation. He will go down in history as the greatest leader to ever to hold office in the world.

I feel that God is moving in and will give us an opportunity to see the effects of his words. I  feel there will be an obvious emotional concept that will spell out “Hate” verses “Love”. The blind may not agree but they will feel the deference.

The readers of this that enjoy my words will hope that I am correct those that do not but read anyway will laugh and hope I am just an old man with dreams. Right or wrong it is my thoughts and as usual I just can’t hep it.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

why should I worry why should I sweet? When we have God we are all set.

It comes to me that my articles should be addressed as to where and who sees them. When I write it goes into a site that is open to the world. All who want or care can read it as assume is correct. If a reader should see something they agree with they have the same ability and rights to forward that to another.

Does it matter where our friends find God? The results are the same when the message arrives where it came from is not as important as the subjective. I am not in any way trying to advocate these writings on the same platform as God I am trying to give credibility to the subject is all.

My readers are limited to passing these messes age Forword if that person is using them for the same reason. However: if these were to be meant to add to one’s profit rather raising one personal platform or gaining profits then then they have stepped over  the line. I give for free, not for profit and any who stumble upon something they have read and like should understand where the line is drawn.

I have a platform of readers, it is small and I can stand on that platform and still have room for my coffee cup. Those readers understand and expect what I say is what I say. So far in the years of writings, I have gained two dollars from a book to a customer on a yard sale in Nevada. He bought two Great Eagle Books at one dollar a copy that I had printed in my office. That out of the way my intent is not financial, and if it were to double, it still would contain my enter thoughts, as if my head were not hollow. Hey don’t laugh, better a vacuum than a garbage bag.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Surveys, Surveys then we get ratings and who do you think writes the Surveys? The same one who do the ratings is a sure bet.

I can get a survey right here in Colombus, South America to give ten to one that pigs can fly. I can do the same with Secretary of the Army in America or Africa.

 

Tell me what you want to hear, and I will show you a great writer. Who on this planet would trade two sticks of bubble gum for the results of a Survey? Hey! I can show you a survey showing the president of the United States, Biden had a low rating for doing nothing, Now Trump is president and the ratings are low because he does too much. “Get the bum out of there he is rocking my cherry bowl.” Well maybe not actually heard anything this soft.

Want a head count what would suffice to convince you that all this was dreamed up before Artificial Intelligence.

Those great minds cram that down our throats like we are as dumb as they are.

Hey great minds I am going to have a little actual down-to-earth survey and head count right now. All those out there that read this and are left-handed, will you please raise your right hand. Those that are right-handed will you please rise your left arm. I spell it out so no one can say if was not biased, all rules had been explained, and the results are checked over twice before distribution.

Please keep your hands in the air a moment until I get finished counting the hands. I must have this accurate because it will be on the news. Ok I got it I counted the hands that I  could see from where I am setting, and I can see two but that is one hundred per cent of those in attendance.

Is there another Survey you would like me to replicate?  Want a town hall meeting? Please allow me time to hire the audience that would  agree to all that I say during the meeting. I figured that out without A I. and my sister never went to school , never learned to spell, read, or sy fure and here we are.

I could close this up with a prayer, but I would have to wake those in attendance. As allways I get to say what my OPENION is.

Our world is going back to seed in the desert of humanity. Not because of guns, not because of to much plastic in the sea. No dear friend right or wrong, our world needs to do the same thing that a great coach just hired to bring the highest lowers together.

“We have to get back to basics”.

Before they took History, religion and a few others out of schools and public view. Before they discouraged prayer we had a better social standard throughout the world. When parents taught it at home, when going to church was encouraged not discouraged.

When those that don’t believe in a God would keep their mouths shut; and let me have the same freedom that those, that want to stand against my belief that God controls.

Going back to basics is where this game must continue. Ignorance and self-worth are passed until our society finds a self-value both personal and socially and accepts they do not know it all do not see it all when our fellow humans finally figure out they do not know all that they could use so help. When love prevails and hate is degraded we can find happiness here. All in attendance say: Amen.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Thank the world, the stars, and God, I can tell my thoughts, my worries, my very reason for existence that I have a way.

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.