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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.

Hello world! About time you showed up. Been out there but lost in space and no landing field in sight. One year in this apartment and the landlord ask if I wanted to buy it. No, I said, well someone else said yes. Now I had to decide where to next?

About this time, I get a text from my friend Nanci in Costa Rica. Can you climb stairs Verl? Yes but I don’t like to. Well right by me is a house for rent, It took me two weeks thinking but finally decided I wanted to go back to Costa Rica.

What is happening here. Well, I have four books I have sent to my friends at Gatekeeper Publishing, and they had designed some great covers. We have worked on the books. So, to be first out will be “The Ghost of the Coffin.” Took me six days to write that but it was what it was. Got everything from graveyard to flying saucers taking gold from all over the world. Was fun to write and the reason six days is I could not stop. Like lapping up a chocolate malt that has a hole in the bottom to busy slurping to stop and clean up the mess, so I just keep writing.

I had been working on “Checkmate” for over thirty, maybe forty years ,and I finally put that to gather and sent it off. Have over thirty (had over forty) near death experiences but I cut several out don’t know how many ending but very humbling experiences to relive when writing.

Anyway, that will be out in while. Then we redone “It shall come to pass” which was my first attempt at writing a book. I have read many books a week for years, and wanted to know what it was like was it hard? Anyway, that one is included, and in it, I went into self-hypothesis, and went back into another life. The book is about me trying to prove that fact you could do this, so in the book I have the guy in the other life hide something that I can find and prove it was there for years, and I knew what it was.

Have a couple who are very good friends in Nevada, and I ask if I could use their names I wanted to write a love story. They agreed and “The Love Triangle”, will be out this fall. Terry and Debby Bush.

All I can say is for me to be a proofreader of my writings is kind of like having a snake put back the egg he swallowed. Was lucky to get it down now I’m to correct it?

So now I am looking to move into a house close to the beach with a separate patio, and I can set ,and dream, and no one will be using back up alarms, no fire engines, they don’t use fire trucks they deliver water in ballons with a boom. Costa Rica is not behind the times they just stopped, and wait for everyone else to go around again, then they will get back in line.

So that’s my world, and it’s a good one. With only 81 years left, I’d better hurry if I’m going to write the number one book of the year. Did I mention my favorite song? Oh yes—”I ‘m The Great Pretender.” Want to know what’s at the top of the world, so you can tell where the top of a round ball is? That’s where your friend is standing on the very tip-top of the world.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Many things that we do, things that we say, are not always what we want, or intend them to be. Am I alone in pondering the thoughts that if I were God what would I do? What would I change? How could I help?

Most do not understand, that when Jesus Christ left this world, he told us, that he left us a guide, within each of us. We were gave the power, and the ability, of God himself. So, in reality, we are that which I speak.

With this in mind, I also feel, we are each and everyone, gave a direction, and a path to the end. We each have a purpose, and trail at the beginning. We each and everyone have a life, starting with nothing, and ending the same way. The time in between has a purpose, and a dream. If a person does not know, if one cares, if one searches, I believe is can be found.

The truth to the answer, the truth if its found, is in the things that we read, and things we say. Life is a blessing; life is chance, to pass those treasures to others. Many hide behind a hypocritical mask, giving lip service for someone else’s meaning to the answer of life.

We each have a path, and we each feel the need to express our values and beliefs. Some pass it through paintings, some through songs, we all want to share our blessing to all. Sometimes that can be a simple as a friendly greeting, a friendly hello.

Satisfaction in life is a personal thing, others have a purpose, other blessings differently than us. We hear a song we like; we hear a word that reaches us deeply and resonates with us. When we are on this path of life we see many flowers, but we do not have to duplicate that flower. We see it we appreciate it and we move along, so many want to be that flower; give to others what that flower was to us.

We cannot all be roses some of us have to be thorns. If God had meant us to all be flowers it would be a garden without the greens. My purpose, and my dream, is to point out that we each have a purpose, and a path. It is good to sing that song, to point out that picture, that flower to all, but remember my story has my purpose, my path, and my dream.

If God gave me anything that would allow me to give to others that meaning and things, it would be to have others to take pride in their path and follow that dream. Our paths may be side by side they may drift apart at times, but the ending has meaning it’s a singular thing. The path that you lead the life that you lead is yours as a person, we are all a part of that garden, its perfectly clear, give others and share, remember that the garden would be terribly dull, if all had the same purpose, and the same dream.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Very few things in life are as the seem to be. There are no straight lines, every line has a bend. Nothing is all black and nothing is all white. Love is not blind and hate is not absolute. Contradictory is  not a fable; doubt is not a fact. Some things can be controlled, and some cannot.

It maters not how much you teach a turtle; he will never be able to fly. If you want to teach flight I would suggest you start with a pigeon. Chances are better the turtle is happy being a turtle and the pigeon finds comfort with its wings. How well the pigeon flies, how high he can go, or how much he enjoys it, he cannot teach the turtle to fly.

Both are content setting on an egg; don’t expect the pig to do it and be happy. Because you see something that is so simple, and easy, does not mean it is so for me. You love it, and you understand it, which backs up your believe that you can teach me. I do not doubt your ability to teach I question my desire to learn what you teach.

Education is a wonderful thing but a paper on the wall does not give one the ability to do what is says. Several things are missing here. Did you earn that degree or did they give it to you to get rid of you and show academic achievement records. From the beginning I have stated that things in life are not always the things they seem to be.

School receive income for the amount of students they graduate not on their achievements of scholastic abilities. Example; they hand the student financial aid, but they do not explain the liability of that loan. When one buys a car they warn of the possibly things that can go wrong and need repair they warn of the necessary insurance requirements, the penalty for not paying on time or not paying. It is all down and explained. Why does the loan which pays for the schooling to graduate in a certain subject not do this? Do they explain the income you will receive when graduating and be in debt? How long does one have to work to pay back that loan? Will the certificate you receive be worthy of that cost? All this should be explained when giving the aid.

Is the schooling you get worth the education you will receive? Years ago, a medical wagon would pull into a village, and the doctor would sale a cure all for all things possible? This little bottle for only a dollar will cure all dieses cure anything you could ever contact. The sales pitch was practiced, and those same lines are teaching our students to get a paper on the wall and be in debt forever.

What is the point? There is no such thing as a free meal. Education or dinner the cost should be considered. A Five-hundred-dollar hamburger would be hard to swallow. A certification on the wall with a lifetime of debt would be the same. Why does this higher education not include basic fundamental explanations, and guidance, both for the student as well as the scholastic institution that is providing it?

A Messenger,

Verl K.

I love the old story, about the king that called all his wise men to assemble a writing of the things in life that leads to happiness.

When they returned, they put before the king, a book, four inches thick, and said, they had all been a part of this, and they all agreed this book was very educational for all.

The king looked the book and said, “that is very good, but it is to long, to much for the average person to possible read, and comprehend. Please return to your studies and make this shorter.”

Upon returning, they had it down to one inch thick, and he told them the same thing. They keep bringing him literature, and he keep asking for shorter. When they finally reduced all the information to a single page, he again said close, “but not finished,” one more time he told them.

Finally, after many months, and lots of study, they bought him the final answer he wanted. Looking down he read. “There are no free meals.”

As a good meal satisfies the body, we are always ready for another good meal. The mind is the same way, this story is just anther great meal for the mind, and it only leaves hunger for the mind. As I have had chicken many times and enjoy it cooked many ways. Things that stimulate the mind are so much, as the favorite food is. Had it before but look forward to it always.

I look  forward to many things however nothing has more impact, or more joy, for me than when I meet a new friend. Some are like a bad book, and it only expresses what I would not care to read again, but how can one identify the good without tasting the bad?

Another thing I realize, when looking back, is I hate the word “But”. It always is just before the hatchet. Has the word every been used to bring good news? When the doctor says, “I have good news, but.” Hang on the rain is about to begin. When I hear I thank you, but. I know I am about to find what he really wants to tell me.

In all honesty I could say I love chicken, however, don’t put that on my plate. The only but, I want is put on the chair before the table. If you do not like it, get your but out of here, and don’t let the door hit you in the but, on the way out.

Not a lot look forward to my arrival, however, many smile when I leave.

A Messenger,

Verl K.