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Today I will receive formal letter letting me know I am to be out of this apartment by August 31^st.  Repaint and put back into original condition. So, another part of my life is about to begin.

As I draw down years in life bank account in financing, as things grow closer to the end or is they the beginnings? I have moved from the united states to Costa Rica to Colombia where is my destiny to be?

I am continually reminded of my favorite song by the Platers. OH yes I am the great pretender. Other moves has been because I wanted to, this time because I am forced to move. Does that matter? Moving for others is a big deal for me it is not as bad as going to a dentist. I think I would rather move than to set in that chair again.

So as the world goes around so does my world. Where we end up is not in my hands and never were.  Is this an opening for future or a closing of one? My belief in God is what gives me the idea that perhaps he has a reason in mind for me. Is he drawing me near or advancing me? Either way, it is no doubt in my mind he has something in mind for me and that belief is what gives me smiles. As always I write and I have a passion for life so with his guidance know things are changing.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

I could not sleep last night so again i sat at the keyboard bounding away. Have I told all that i am where i want to be, with those i choose to be with. eating what i want to eat and writing what i want to write. I found slowing down putting those little commas and junk in there just to allow those with a higher education level to be able to understand. It was slowing my thoughts down so while waiting for my pipe which i also decided i wanted to enjoy smoking at this stage of life will be the same. Rather anyone reads or not matters not i got what i needed for relaxation for the night. I could have continued but ran out of coffee so rather than throw in the garbage i give to the world my fun for the night.

On the eighth day of Christmas my father had gave to me;

Two parents peeping. Yes, when I first looked up there were two parents praying looking down at me. A welcoming pair of eyes showing over the edge of my blanket. Sparkling, shining, gazing, down at me.

My first thoughts were happy, joyful and comforting. I remember the day because it stayed with me and gave me feeling of security. One would not be expected to hold on to those feelings, but when they are you first sight into a new world they have a lingering affect upon the memory.

No longer alone, no longer without guidance and a deep peace that gave me comfort, and a sense of pride. Perhaps it could be better explained as a love. How can one so young and mature know this? I was thinking? What do I know I am so young, I am just beginning.

Encouragement started at that first breath, those first thoughts. I had no control no motion I could control, I could not even control my blader. I had to depend upon others to feed me, change me and care for  my every need. Humbling to say the least when knowing I have no say, no way of telling what I felt.

I remember I had memories of laughter and love. How can I know these things? Somehow deep within me was an emotion I had others to depend upon. Not expected to know and I felt that as a deep and satisfying satisfaction that allowed me to show them what I felt. I looked them in the eye, and I found I could smile and cry. Movements I made, jesters I tried, but how can possible convey those things I was thinking.

Somehow deep within me was a knowledge that this was as it should be. My first sounds of fright and anger came to me that those were from me. Thankfulness was my next memory; I remember the milk so warm and filling. The noise and the fright were taken from me, with that nipple so warm and so dear.

I awoke with that frighting sound; the crying and howling was coming from me. Sweet comfort I be, now I got what I wanted, that warm milk, that nipple, that squeeze.

Back in dream land, happy as can be, I find my contentment relieve do I see. How long can this last is my next memory, so easy, so slow would please me.

Rest while it lasts, enjoy what you can for as we are God’s creatures just like that.

So, the next step of Christmas my father gave to me;

Lost ya there for a minute. I did it.

Comfort and relive was easy but wait and you’ll see the fun in the story you just wait and see.

It’s Christmas I see, I am still to remember for sure but that three that year for Christmas was a thing you should see. Bright balls oh how special was that Christmas tree. Tussles all sparkling surrounding the tree, I remember it well. How do I know this came to me. I must have gotten another gift I can see, I can remember that’s something.

So here we are on the eighth day of Christmas only day of the year. Already I have received many gifts that are special and memorable to me. Love and laughter are special and free, humble and anger for sure are high on the list. Memory and goodies were hidden here, those first special moments of Christmas for sure must be dear. Hunger and fear were of comfort and cheer. Tenderness and passion can I see real clear.

The lights that were sparkling I could see real clear. It’s amazing to me how can one remember when it’s all so new? Those gifts they gave me, those first thoughts that they gave to me. Those things that I see, things that attract me those things keep jumping, and jumping at me.

The eighth day of Christmas I remember so well those things that were given so freely to me. Respect and heaven were handed to me. Love mom let her see, the blessing from heaven are meant for me. The father I cherish the father I see, are showing that glee that same pleasantry. Oh, how special these memories I see. Theres others to see, let me remember the kindness the things that I remember that seem to appear is holding your hand and feeling that surety that safety from fear.

Christmas time or anytime I think I can see, even though I have days, and very few to recall. Theres things that are special things to recall. Moments of memory soft and sincere are things that remember so special to me. That eighth day of Christmas will always be so, I feel it often it’s deep in my soul. Prayor are parts I must remember, there were frequently said, have faith, and good health, was wished upon me.

OH, how I love to remember and think of those moments those thoughts and those things, so special and free. No one can doubt me no one would dare, those the actions, all I can share.

My memory is perfect, my eyes are real clear, my voice is near perfection, it’s adios well developed real loud, and real clear. My memory is not fading my  imagination is here, the rest of the presents, the ones I will hold dear, are not in the future there here. Why should I worry, why should I care, my troubles are few, the things that I will remember are numbered and named, the rest of the days are many, and far I must know.

Resting and rolling are part of my day, why should I wonder why I should cry? I’m hungry again, it’s easy to see, jump up and feed me, I will keep screaming and yelling it again. Life is so grand, when no worries, no cares, let others provide, I live a life so easy and true, why should I grow, why should I change? Life is so easy when playing  the game, keep smiling, keep laughing their pride will be clear, the first part of life, is a pleasure to it’s easy to share.

The eighth day of Christmas was a memorable thing; that eighth day of Christmas was a wonderful thing. How pleasant, how softly, they treat me today, I wonder if always, I will I will get the same thing. Love and laughter are high on the list, warm milk with kindness to join the forces I know, will be welcomed and free.

No worries, no problems, nothing is free, I bet in the morning with the sun make it self-know, the laughter the cheering, will dampen the soul. The eighth day of  Christmas may not be good memories for all, the memories we share, may be different by many, will vary, by far. That’s in the rule book I saw it right there,

Heaven help those that don’t see it this way, my heads in the pillows, my dreams, are withheld, the love and the care, are forever they sing it real clear. Thank God to my mother who I feel near, the future is brighter and the future is clear, my presents from heaven, assure me this day. The presents tomorrow  is made real clear, the same thing tomorrow she will teach me to fear.

Heavy hands are not necessary, they leave no fear, I have no memory, how can I know fear? With lights on the tree and no shadows to fear, my mom is beside me my security is clear, rest and relax she pampers me faithfully, she assures me, through here, I bow, to her kindness, I pray for her soul, thank God for life and the things I hold dear.

The memory is still clear, I know I am young, know it is true the lights in her eyes are shinney and bright the love in her heart is brighter by far, than the light on the tree or the trussell and glee, the love of my mother is bigger than me.

The things that I remember, the things I will say, are deep in my memory, saved for all time. The presents I got were free all time, the wisdom, and favors, that were gave to me, will be remembered by others you just wait and see. The eighth day of Christmas was not accident by far, the face in the blanket buried deep in my thoughts will carry me far.  The love that I felt will help me to be the person much better by far.

Patience and powder must be here now, the fact that there late makes one see. The powder was free and the patience I learned is was new to me. Everything’s easy, simple, and free, how can I rest, when never I know, will tomorrow bring sorrow and fear? I never worry, I never fear, I have my mother to hold me real near.

One day in memory one day at a time, happiness travels, it comes right on by, the things that I remember, the reason I cry, is made for us both, the love we are sharing, the are easy to see. Wait till morning when things are not clear the lost sleep at night makes thing seem near, but by then, I will be sleeping, so soundly, and still. The lights on the tree, the trussells, and glee will stored in boxes and stuff.

The memory is fun, the laughter the moment will be forgotten in time, but the things that we share, those things from the memory shall be gone, but the love that we felt, will be here for all eternity.

If the eighth day of Christmas was passed for free, would it change any care? The knowledge we get the knowledge we share are not always, in memory free, for us all, but the love of life is better than ever I promise and true.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

I came to a basic conclusion that life’s journey does not start with an answer but with a question. We all start out with many things we learn and those are the things we become comfortable with and if we are satisfied with that we never extend to the next question.

All the great minds, and teachers, all those with the answers satisfy and pacify us to accept that which we know; The truth is not in the answer but in the question. With a question one is searching for answers; But when one thinks they know the answers they are tempted to stop searching for wisdom.

Thus, we must conclude, we must search for those with a question not an answer. The intelligence of the question will tell you the level of ones ability’s.

I believe a great teacher is one who gives knowledge but leaves students with something causing them to want more, and thus, leaves us wanting to find answers ourselves.

Example; Where does life begin, and where will it end? Engert Beltram a close friend with Einstein, and shared much insight and information on this question, felt and expressed many ideas explaining that all can be solved with mathematical equations. But he also said that it is not conclusive, because things like the soul cannot be solved with a formula.

So, what makes him a great mind and renowned thinker? He gave enough information to make one want to know more about the subject.

What’s the point? Look for those with a question, not one who thinks they know all the answers. How many that study a subject or illness die from the very thing they were studying? Why? I accept the theory that life does not end with this one but continues again at another level.

How can I justify that statement? I have expressed it in one book called, “It shall come to pass”. Another book that will be released in a couple of months  is “Checkmate”, where I had many near-death experiences leaving me with many questions of “Why”.

I am not trying to put myself at a level of those great minds, how could someone of limited education explain the answers to questions the great minds cannot answer?

Not possible, but it left me with the possibility of life after death and looking to the heavens for answers.

All the books I have written will be sent to one with the ability of taking my writings, and correcting the grammar, the thoughts and changing them so at least another could decipher my thoughts. Why should I care and what is the purpose? That is my way of answering my own questions. Why was I saved over forty times and why am I left with wanting to share those questions? How could I have done, and experienced, so much and still feel I have a destiny and a purpose for my very existence.

Perhaps I will be recalled as others, when approaching the answers, to learn, what I do not know now. I am humbled by the questions and look forward to the answers.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Strength & beauty are the blessings of youth;

Temperance, however, is the flower of old age.

Democritus

So much of life’s pleasures have to be forced upon us to learn. Muscles only become stronger by forcing them to extend, from where they are, to where they could be, and can only be achieved by overextending and working beyond normal. Inner peace can only be achieved by force. Yes, one must work at this as an individual, not look for it in the food we eat, and not always by those around us.

Senator Kennedy said that if President Trump were to pass a bill, forcing us to breath, some would hold their breaths. Such wisdom, such truth, is only accepted when listening to him. Those that do not like him, or do not want to hear what others may say, is only because we are afraid to stretch ones thinking past personalities, and what we want to know.

I have said several times in the past that many overlook the chicken, while looking for the egg. Not because I said it but because I believe it to be true. One must force themselves to reach out for knowledge and wisdom, stop trying to find the answers in a closet. Hang what you know on one hanger and make sure there is an empty hanger for the next thoughts.

Being open to new people, new thoughts should be continually part of our daily diet. I am excited today, because I just finished writing the Love Triangle, and I feel I have achieved an enter goal by completing another book. Not that this is important to you, the reader, but important, that I finished one more personal goal.

I like to show examples of this whenever I try to explain something. Now as I write. I think back to the day, I invented a washing machine that would take oil and grease out of contaminated soil. The company was named. S.C.C.A. (Soil Washing Company of America) I had invested over a million dollars building this machine. The U.S.A. – EPA (Environmental Protective Agency) had built one in Eddison New Jersey and invited me to come explain how I had accomplished this, they said except for them, which had invested over six million dollars no one in the United States had done this and my machine outperformed theirs.

I could not market this machine, which accomplished what was needed, and what worked, because I was an unknown and no one cared to give me an opportunity of using it. I ended up dismantling and scrapping it. Why? Because I was not a big name that could possibly accomplish something of this nature. I once got a call from Bechtel  Construction Company, wanting me to try and invent a machine to clean radiation out of the soil. Here is the largest construction company in the world calling me. When ask who was going to pay for this? They said, I paid the for the last one, and they wanted me to pay for this one. Hello Mom, I have a fool on the phone, I thought to myself. Their thoughts were, if I could figure out what others could not see, perhaps I could do it again.

My point? What I write today is like the other projects I have accomplished in this world. No one cares to read, because I am no one with a big name or could possibly know something. But I still give my thoughts, as I have always done, in the past, and will no doubt do it in the future. Why? I just gota do what I do, to find that inner peace, I speak of.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

 

Things in my world continue to be exciting. Night before last the ceiling in the bathroom started to leak water, it came out of the light and the sheet rock feel making a mess in there. Text to Fanny to tell her that it had happened, and I was telling the landlord. Her response: Make sure the bed is made. Only a woman would think of that.

Joking with a friend in Wadsworth, Nevada, USA and Debby my lady friend and wife of Terry who also is one I admire in this world. I ask if I could use their name in a book I wanted to write. She laughed and said yes and gave me her maiden name which I am using in the book. “The Love Triangle”, about halfway into the book the ceiling is falling in the bathroom, my publishing company, Gatekeepers is sending me pictures and corrections for books I have sent in for publishing, Checkmate and The Ghost of the Coffin. I am not wanting to stop writing I am having more fun than a clown on a mary go around. Why must I stop to do this things that was yesterday’s work, I am not interested in problems hell I have a story going and I can hardly wait to put it in print.

If God wanted me to do all this at once why didn’t he give me two heads? I found one and it only has half, if I find the other one, I will write about that to. I think the one I found is the wrong one, the other one had the brains.

Good thing about lack of knowledge is, I do not miss the other head, because it didn’t work to well anyway, of course I can only remember the ice cream and cake, the plate is not necessary to remember anyway. Like my fighting days I can remember hitting the other guy but forgot the pain of him hitting me.  I think the memory is selective because I don’t want to remember the stink I chose to remember the roses.

Anyway, I am writing a book, and I can hardly wait to see the end. So, I will get back to that and say adios to all of you mushrooms that are in my closet.

A messenger,

Verl K.

Among the many jobs I did while a contractor in the U.S.A. I removed and installed underground fuel systems for Monterey Mushrooms in the Monterrey area of California. While working I watched them make the feed for the mushrooms and take it into the dungeons to feed the mushrooms.

Those memories as I watched then are the same today but different authorities feeding the mushrooms now they feed us and we accept it just like the mushrooms did then.

It is not just the oil and the killings that we are supposed to accept it pisses me off that they think we are not any smarter than a mushroom.

The world has been under Irans thumb for years and now it is coming to an end and all I hear is B.S. How many think we are so influenced by the news that we believe all that is explained to us. The United States is in a perfect position to take control of all oil and gas. The oil could be used to pay off the humongous debt they owe. With a little twisting of  the thing ,the  thinking, the debt would be paid and those citizens could actually have money coming in not paying taxes and be slaves to the government.

Can’t be accomplished because we would not be subject to those that need the satisfaction of rulership. From time emortial when a country lost they winning country took all profits back to the king.

With this thought in mind why should we watch people starve and die for just being citizen of one rulership? There is not a doubt in my mind that God is in control and if my prayers are answered we would not watch so much hardships and hunger on this planet. Of course, what do I know, I am just one more mushroom in a dark world.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

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.