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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.

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.