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You can have your God, or you can have God.

As we grow and mature, we add that which we want to believe to that which we now believe.  If that which we now believe is false, then if we add untruths that which we know becomes less.

If you were to think of  learning as a pyramid and the more, we learn the higher the top. As we learn the top gets higher, but it gets narrower also. Higher education has limits for several reasons.

One: that which we learn comes from another human and that brings their fantasies and beliefs with it.

Two: Rather we read it or get from the teacher we are still adding to our education with another’s view and fantasies. But reading limits that radiation.

Three: The more time spent on one subject limits time to spend on other subjects.

Four: The more knowledge leads to the belief that our knowledge is superior to a shorter pyramid. You could say the higher the pyramid the thinner the air and we start to hallucinate as to our position in life.

Five: The higher the pyramid the more necessary the truth of our teachings must be. Where do we find the corrections necessary to analyze where we are and where we are going. When on a higher plane the answers get fewer, but the questions get stronger.

Six: Understand that all learning must come from a trustworthy source. The higher the top the sharper the point. The sharper the point the stronger the belief becomes that ours is superior to theirs.

Seven: The only graduation of this learning is our own knowledge and wisdom.

Eight: The only way this pyramid can be true is if the base is put on a firm foundation. If those points of the pyramid are not God, Jesus and Spirit. Whose classroom are we in.

 

A Messenger

Verl K.

 

When one gets to feeling like they are proud can you imagine if you were God and had just completing making the Heaven and Earth? I mean like this had never been done. Nowhere on anywhere had it been accomplished and now who do we brag to? Perhaps now I see why God made man, not to brag to him but someone that could understand and feel what he did.

Just maybe that is where his idea of love came from wanting others to feel the satisfaction of what it is like to complete something. The satisfaction I feel when I do just a little tad bit of what he talked about I get that enter satisfaction that can not be made up.

When one sets down at night and allows the mind to wonder back over what had happened this day. What does others think about? I think of things that made me smile. I think of things I was proud of. I think of things that made me warm inside.

Is there anything on this earth we that live here knows about life that we could make light (lite) of what God did and feel a necessity in topping that one? Hey, guy! I just made the heaven and earth what did you do today?

I mean like Moses would have to set back and think that one through. Just maybe God should have had instructions letting us know we are a fabrication and what we do is only because the fabricator made it work. Even then I would bet nickel against a roster egg that you would lose when you bet. There are those that do not believe anything that is related to spiritual. Just maybe they think a seagull flew by and dropped an turd on a rock and the sun cracked it open after cooking that become earth.

To me a shallow mind has already washed up on shore and the sun is working on it now. Then again he may be he is reading this and thinking the same thing about me. Well, I am not going to brag about writing it are you going to brag about reading it? Check Mate.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Again, I find myself at the keyboard wanting to tell the heavens of the thoughts and workings going on in my world.

I am spending a lot of time on a book I wrote years ago called “Check Mate”. I wrote this book kind of like a person would write in a diary just to keep track of things. I had no intention of putting it out where others could read it.

I had over thirty maybe closer to forty times in my life, where I walked right up to deaths door and walked away. It happened so many times I began to want to write it down and just count the times it had happened.

Why would a guy go to the trouble of writing a book and not publishing it? Well first and foremost I know that I am just one guy in this world and only friends would care to read and then only a few of those.  Had a neighbor come by my apartment here and we were talking and I told him about having a pilot license and he said show it to me, I do not believe you have one. That was the first time in seventy-five years I was questioned on my word. When I was a young boy coming home from school one day I found a wallet layng in the road. It was a brand-new wallet and when I opened it up it had five dollars in it and nothing else. I took it home and showed my dad and he did not believe me he thought I had taken other stuff out of the wallet that would identify the owner just so I could keep the money. That was over seventy years ago and I never forgot it. I live my life in such a way that my word is never questioned. I have a saying that if I tell you a roaster can pull a freight train just hitch it up. I was once in an argument and I made the statement “Why would I lie?”. Bitch (Rich Lucas) a good friend felt that was funny and found that statement to sound hollow but to me why should I lie had value and should be taken as to thinking about the truth of it.

Going back while writing this book I find that I may have told the same thing in it before so I have to go back and check and make sure I have not told the same story before.

Can not speak for others but my own thoughts are when you have faced death this close and walked away things inside your head begin to change as to believes and rather what happened was chance (I laugh at that now) or Spiritual. So, in writing the book I have been telling that which I believe about God and the hereafter. I find I have written a lot about my feelings and maybe so much that I should put the book away as I have always felt and forget trying to tell the story. I tell of flying an airplane and when I get out of the plane I have a hole in the wing where someone shot a bullet and it passed through the wing. That bullet could have came into me or one of my daughters and killed one of us very easy.

When writing about that one-time causes me to speak about God now when you multiply that out I am spending much time in the book telling what I feel and not what happened. Going back checking for the times I told that story I finally decided I should write that which actually happened in red put that which I thought about it in Green then there are story’s that are true and humorous but not life threating that I would want to keep so I put those in Orange.

Now as I write this I have read in my own words in that book that I do not expect this to be published and so it matters not what I say. Perhaps that is good advice but it that were to be good advice why am I writing this to be put into a web page and who knows who reads that?

While in Nevada I sold a copy of Great Eagle book one for a dollar and Great Eagle book two for a dollar so I can say I have sold books I have written. Other than that, I have made nothing of off my writing so if they have no value why do I write them.  I get up every day and don’t make money so should I go jump into the sea and drown? I write because I love to write. I love people and I can truly enjoy friendship and the warmth I feel when I meet a friend and say hello.

As I leave my apartment and go outside I pass a desk where the security is and they speak Spanish and each day the humor is so much I have trouble leaving them I could stay and laugh at the situation and enjoy it so much others would think me crazy. That is humor all by itself of course I am crazy what is new. Ony thing that my readers know for sure is what I say is not rehearsed or read off of a milk carton. What I say is what I am thinking and when they read more than one day I smile and enjoy thinking about that. So, with all this blabbering I may set out on the patio and just watch the sea. You may or not read about the near death of this nut.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

R. U. = ARE YOU

 

 

I dislike habits that resist my doing something

Verl K. 

R. U.   A  HABIT !!!!!!

If one would care to enjoy, please watch for one of those special days when the sun is shining, the wind is blowing, and there are big, beautiful clouds. Find somewhere to set and be comfortable now, lean back and watch those clouds move by. As you are watching in your mind now with full concentration just imagine those clouds are your life going past. NO don’t laugh and leave stay here one minute. Now not you readers but those that are watching the time go by. As fast as life is passing before your very eyes understand that you have been handed visually for the human understanding how short your life really is. But while we are looking at how fast life passes now ask yourself, did I account and do that which I intended to do up till now.  No, don’t read for a minute, this page should not dissolve. Not that it should have any influence on you, I would add that it is doubtful it was to talk on the phone.

Each of us has a past that we do today that we had learned to do yesterday. As written before we each are habits of past performances. What you learned, growing up influences what you do today and what we do today will influence what we do tomorrow. Going way out there lets say you grew up as a man eater I mean flesh. An enemy would look to you as future food. Yes, you would be in his mind the same as you today see a cow.

Lets pick that guy up and bring him to Hollywood California today. His getting hungry, what does he do? If he does as his past has taught him, he will not live long on the streets of Hollywood I promise you that. Now we are still looking at those clouds and thinking what we could do now to change what we want tomorrow. OH! do we know what we want? Better hope this does not dissolve because we have  a lot more thinking to do. What do we want to do in the future? That could take years to figure out but we watch those clouds and know we do not have forever to make up our mind. After solving that we decide we want a change in our lives. Thinking back (past performance) we try to remember where we read about this or who do we know (past performances) that could give us this information.

I think my point of view has arrived but as we look at those clouds we can get up and go do chores or we can change to what we want and while in deep thoughts we see how fast life is passing. As fast as this knowledge came to you (how long you been reading this article?).

But know this and the very reason for  todays blog is to show and point out a very important part of life. Make a decision for  yourself that the word GOD does not influence your visions for tomorrow. Wipe clean any knowledge, up to today from any source and say as everything else in this world I will read from a light.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Years ago, I got the bright idea that I could build a machine that could wash dirt. Yes, that right I was an environmental contractor removing and installing underground fuel tanks. While removing the fuel systems I would encounter spilled gasoline, diesel, creosote, heavy greases and many other forms of petroleum products. At the time I was working in the Bay Area of California, U.S.A.

I worked for and in many cities, San Francisco, Oakland, Monterey, Redwood City, well I could go on and on because I was like stink, I covered the Northern California Area like fog I was everywhere. I could tell many stories but today I want to tell of the humongous idea I had that if you can wash grease out of a pair of pants you can wash it out of dirt. I remember one truck load of dirt I loaded on to an end dump (large trailer) and took to Kettle man City in California. Down on Hwy 5 and not counting the loading trucking or any overhead the cost of the one load was over three thousand dollars. I could be wrong it has been over 35 years sense then, but the cost was so high that I was amazed. Like I said, 35 years ago that was a lot of money then today that could be over ten thousand dollars just guessing.

Deciding that if the landfill can charge this much money for one load how much could I earn if I were to build a machine that would wash the dirt. I started a Corporation Called “Soil Cleaning Corporation of America”, SCCA was what customer would be told. I invested over one million dollars in building this machine. The idea I came up with was to drop the dirt into a large pipe laying on its side at such an angle that the oil would come to the surface as it always does when placed in water. So, laying this 24-inch pipe on its side and installing a auger which would turn the dirt and allow the water to wash the dirt. I had put a funnel on the bottom, and it was high enough that the water would come up into it but not escape. On the drawing board I knew that one barrel or pipe would not be enough, so I put two more now I had three 24-inch pipes laying on their side but at about a 38-degree angle. I cut a hole and tied the three pipes together below the water line so that when the dirt was washed it would fall into the next pipe and get another washing.

The Health Department of California sent a man by the name of Snorkel to investigate what I was doing, and he did major testing of input of soil samples and output of soil samples. Caterpillar in San Leandro had a pile of contaminated soil in their yard and I was allowed to test washing this soil. While doing this the General Manager Caterpillar Tractor ask Mr. Snorkel what allowed Verl to wash this  soil when the state of California refused him from touching the soil because of contaminations. The response is engrained in my mind. Snorkel held out his hand like he had a stick in it and said and I repeat; “Snorkel, Snorkel you are no longer contaminated.” The manager said do that for me and I will truck it off and get rid of it. Snorkel said if Verl can wash this soil the State of California and many other places will benefit from it so with my powers I allow him to demonstrate what the State of California believes he can do.

Cutting to the facts I ended up in the head office of the U.S. EPA in Eddison New Jersey meeting with the top brass and we talked about all this for almost a week. While I was there a very large spill in Alaska happened and shell oil had a major spill. While standing at a punch bowl one night two of the guys I was working with joined me while dipping into the big punch bowl. One said to the other that we should make them pay for that. The other fellow said yes lets do that and one guy turned and walked away the other reached for a cup of punch and I said do you think you can do that. The other fellow said you just watched us do that watch the news tomorrow. That meeting at the punch bowl cost Shell Oil Company millions of dollars and I found how the EPA did things.

I could not market my services or get SCCA into a marketing market because I was VCI of California (Verl’s Construction Corporation of California). Had I been a larger company it would have worked but no one wanted to do business of this amount of money with a unknown company. I was not large enough to have the credibility of what was necessary. I learned a lesson in life doing that, the big boys play ball hard and the little fish go on down steam.

Why do I tell this? Because as I write my stories, I make my books I know that those that went to the prestigious schools have the backing of the right people know the difference between a noun and a verb will eat those like me up. What keeps me in the game? God and only my belief that the love I feel in my heart for him is what keeps the heat in my chest alive. If there is no God, then the heat I feel the love that I know the friends that support me will not matter will they.

I write what I feel I put to words what crosses my mind I live to love and I love to live so as long as I can feel that heat in my chest, I will continue telling that which crosses into my fingers and to the world.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Those of you that get tired of my talking about God and all the good things he has done for me I want to tell the negatives for a change. Yes, there are two sides to everything, and I want to admit something I recently learned. While working on my new book “Check Mate” where I tell of many close calls to death. I have so much trouble trying to write them all down.

It came to me recently that I have had so many times I should have died and it would have been all over. I think I meet with Saint Peter so many times he got tired of seeing me again and refusing my entry into Heaven until he had to take a rest and he let Mother Teresa fill in for him.

If you think an angle can remember things try to picture a woman running the show. An angel only remembers this lifetime, but a woman angle she don’t forget nothing I bet she knows six lifetimes’ ago when I stole Halloween candy from a kid or some dumb thing that only woman would remember.  She also must have refused me entry into Heaven several times. At first, I thought it was amazing that I had so many close calls and walked away then it came to me they don’t want me.

I am learning things that perhaps I should not know. I am getting more and more into writing this book just so I can hear those stories again.  I bet I am the only guy in all of creation that has been refused to let die. There have been a couple that God got, and they didn’t die he just took em. Well, I have an exceptionally good friendship with God, and I brag that I have a bible signed by the author and may be that is what pissed them off. I spend as much time as possible discussing my articles and asking his opinion, but it finally came to me that yes, we each have a reason for our life, and I settled into the fact I was to draft these articles but now I am learning I must have much more to achieve.

I have told everyone that I am going to start a corporation which will be Golden Goose Corporation. And also, an airline which will be Golden Goose Airline but that is not the only reason I am still left here. I have to admit I am stating to get a anxiety disorder is what you call when you feel guilty about something. I told you I am not the smartest nut in the forest I am not sure just where I fall into the line with other nuts, but I have a pretty hard shell. Now I find I have to get in line with my stuff, and I was believing I was here to give encouragement to others and to help build this airline.

Working on this book has enlightened me to the fact that not only have they saved my life so many times they are getting tired of me showing up trying to get in. I think I may have to forge a death certificate just so when I get to Heaven, I will have proof I finished. When others complete their assignment, they are taken so the fact I am still here and tried to get through the gates must be a fact that I am not wanted yet. Others may tell what God will do for them but know that when I say what he will do I know he is real now if I say he will do something and it is a lie understand that I worry not what others say when I die because they are no longer a part of my world. But know that I will be judged by the truth and if I want a happy life, I had better be really sure what I say now.

It happens that I have found a way to teach my readers that there is not a thing in the world to worry about speaking of God. Why others do not get goose bumps is why they avoid reading they do not want the bumps. Sorry about that God and readers I have an obligation to both of you and they both are cemented with love. Reading and writing are what keeps me happy and healthy. Why healthy? Because it keeps the mind into the game of life that to me is more important than physical health. You do understand you can only bend so many times you have a limit of how far you can walk in this life but to my knowledge there is no limit to what ones mind can achieve. I am not to far in mental maybe third grade so there is much to learn and more than enough empty space to put it. Again, know that together we make a pair and as always there are two to everything.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

 

Again, I find myself in front of my computer at the keyboard and many thoughts come to mind at the same time. I began writing this article and when talking about God years ago I did it just because I knew my friend in Nevada, USA did not believe in God. Just to piss him off I would tell a story and before it was over, I had to put a small thing about God. Knowing that Scott would read and it would get to him. He told me he would look at my article and starting at the back he would look to see if I had said anything about God and if I had he would not read the article. After a period of time, I finally figured out that I was not writing about God to get to Scott I was writing about God to teach me something. I was the one that needed the lift not Scott and God did not need me to learn how to write he knows how, I am sure.

At first, I wanted to tell a story and then have it tell at the end what I just said. Thinking it over I can do both so I will do this first, then I will satisfy another hunger by doing that one. I write and if you read or not if you agree or not, I finally found that my writing are for me more than for you. If God wanted, you to learn and to really get you to follow he would have put someone here with a talent and someone with the ability of knowing what should be said.

God created the heaven and the earth then he rested. Do you think he was tired? An attorney says something in a courtroom and when he is finished, he rests his case. Do you think that attorney was tired? No, he was finished and so what I am saying is actually he created many and provided everything they needed to survive. My question is why I find myself in Colombia South America. Why did I find such wonderful friendships and how can a hick from the sticks be in such a lavish apartment. I would be happy living in a tent in the high Unita Mountains in Eastern Utah.        

I am brought to my knees not from want but exactly the opposite I have been gave everything a man could ever want. I have a woman who is much younger than I and we have a relationship beyond any I have ever had in my life. She wants to feed me I laugh as I write this, but she is so into doing for me I have to push her aside set down and let me eat. I am not used to this much attention I am told not to shower alone she wants to make sure I get everything clean. Fanny, I tell her I am old enough to shower alone. She speaks no English and I have a very limited vocabulary of Spanish. We talk by using a phone and I write in English it changes it to Spanish, and she reads then tells me what she wants me to know. It takes away the line I had memorized I did not hear that.

She has gone to church, and I am allowed to be all my myself. In the kitchen is an egg omelet prepared and waiting for me. She is a wonderful cook and has made me meals that are fantastic, of which I had one complaint out of those. I did not want Soy sauce on my Lobster and if we get to steak, I will not want junk on it either. I have been handed a life that cannot be explained by mans standards. I keep seeing airports being built and many things that cannot be explained by what I know. I sold a house in Nevada and been living off of that and I just rest in the fact that God gives me more than I ever wanted and if he takes me or any part of what I have then I will worry then until then I will keep writing and thanking him for what I have received. I do not say more than I deserve because how much will you give your child? I am blessed with what he wants to give me, and I just say thanks God for allowing me to receive your grace.

         Again, I write not to impress you but to fulfill that which is in me and it is defiantly from the heart if you read it or not has small effect on God or not much more on me. Perhaps of those reading I will find anther friend. On my wall in Nevada, I left a saying for myself. “A special day is one in which I have made a new friend.” I live that life and if I make a friend from this, I will again join him on my knees in thanking him for it.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

        

 

 

Sometimes I wonder if we as a society are learning or repeating our world. Years ago a church would put pictures of biblical stories in the windows of the churches. The reason for this at the time was not very many of the locals could read. The stories depicted mostly from the bible and at the time no one doubted the stories. Many who looked and learned from those colored stained-glass windows was fascinated by the stories. As time went on another level of the building was added and the story was told on the next level. So, it was called a two-story building, and the three-story building was talked of throughout the lands.  This is still used to tell the height and few know the reason for the term of the level of a building.

These windows and story’s caused many to go to the churches to see and hear of the information they contained. Parents and others who could read were looked upon as very intelligent and this was a goal of many parents to have the children learn to read. I child would go to school until they were able to read and then most dropped out of school to help the family on the farm. Being able to read was a big deal for many and most parents did anything possible to educate those they brought into the world. 

         Today there are those that do not believe in God and that allows them to forget and not pay attention to their conscience. If you do not believe in a God, why would you worry about a lie told if you were not to later answer for it? Having children and not worrying about stealing, lies or responsibilities gives one a lot of freedom from reality. If you are not bothered by the fact, you will never face a judgement day you are free to disregard rules of conduit and responsibilities that are created with the belief that one day you will be held responsible for anything. If one lived this way, would you want friends or family to believe in a God? That knowledge could be very determinantal to oneself. Would a man who believes in a God pick a friend who is not trustworthy for their actions? 

         Today we have children graduating from high school who cannot read. This was not an acceptable situation two hundred years ago now we as parents allow this. Are we sending the children to school to learn or just to get them out from under our feet. So, if a parent is sending a child to school only for the baby setting of the child one would care less if they learned anything. Give them a telephone and as long as they are not bothering why worry what they learn? And we sure don’t want them to find about God either.                   My question to my readers is where this leads us as a society. Not being able to read and not believing in God can not be acceptable to those with any conscience at all. As a  writer I am not a preacher, a teacher or are a psychic and I believe my purpose is to force or at least cause you to think. If I have done that as long as I can keep in the race mentally, physically and financially, I will put forth every effort to offer this information to you. I thank your friends and readers for taking the time to hear my opinion of many subjects that come to mind. 

 A Messenger, 

Verl K.

Is there a God? The question has been asking even before Jesus Christ came to the world. How do I know because as many other things it has been written. If you are reading this, you are either one of two types of individuals. First you know the answer because you believe or you do not believe and you are interested. If you believe anything I say you will agree with if I keep to the truth. The second type will not be made to believe regardless of my words. They know not why they read or listen to those that say there is a God why because they are hungry for something and they know not what that is. I care not where you got your hunger, but I will try my best to feed that which you desire. 

Today man writers have words on every subject imaginable, my question to you is do you believed those who came before us was less talented than today? If you can understand that they had a different culture at that time and they had a different view of those of today but know this for sure they had people putting information on scrolls and anything they could find at the time. It is no different today only we have things not available in those first days. But regardless they told us things that we still read today. My question to you today is when they wrote those stories and that information why some things remained for us to read today and other things are lost over the years. How is it possible that one mans history remains even after death and so many recorded it? How is that possible?  

With a disbelief and doubt one must still be wise enough to look at facts. We have recorded records by many telling the same thing and those stories are passed down through history and still remain as before. If one thinks there is not a God how did his words pass the test of time and other things written were lost over the years. With a thousand years of records coincidence has to be ruled out by facts. Yes, some other things are still available but nothing in our history books or findings from records found over the years have come to light that would indicate the records of yesterdays were false.  

Now consider that one man came and all time has been adjusted to that mans existence here on earth. Yes, think about that as we look at the calendar, we are looking at a date that tells us how many years since that one man walked the earth. How is it possible for one man to remain in history books not even mentioning the Bible which is another history book. As a writer I find it interesting that so many can say that there is no God when over two thousand years all that has been told and all that is passed by word of mouth is not believed by some. As a writer I know that you cannot argue with a tree stump, a fish or a fox but that does not change facts. It is recorded that man shall be ruler of all and his wisdom above all other creatures on earth.  

My wisdom is no stronger than others my ability to write is perhaps less than most. I have been given the ability to read and understand what some want to ignore but I find it so amazing that I feel impelled to put to words that which I see as perspicacity or intellect to see the insight or prudence that others overlook. Can I explain that maybe I have had enough education to grasp the words, but the education stopped before I gained the rulership that others would leave on my thoughts. What I read and what I take from scripture is digested and tested by the knowledge of my understanding not what others want me to understand.  

A lion has basic knowledge that he lives by, and he adapts to that which is within his training and influenced by those around him. A human has the same things but added intelligence which is influenced the same way as the lion.  Memory, conscience, and intelligence are installed in all, but some find ways to ignore it and continue to stumble though life with their deeply held moral and religious beliefs.  

My writings are not to say I am right and others are wrong my goal is to make one think of the possibilities that should be considered. My purpose is to put light on the subject and allow one to understand that perhaps there is a light somewhere on this subject.  

A Messenger, 

Verl K.