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Two prophets were talking with an alligator one day and one of them ask the alligator why he did nothing put eat. The alligator ask them if the only thing  they could do was preach.

They told the gator that Jesus had told them they were born for that. The alligator told them he got his instructions from the same place.

But you have a choice what you eat, you could eat anything but humans if you were to think that way Mr. Gator. Mr. prophet, you could teach only the ones that do not believe and leave the others alone.

Mr. Gator, we teach both because sometimes those that believe need to show those that do not what can become of  them. Just so happens I do the same thing by eating those humans I teach the others what will happen to them.

Look, Mr. Gator, you are down in the mud and muck. Covered with slim and birds all over your back. From up there you can’t see that I am in the water cool and the slim holds the chill, while I am resting. The birds on my back are helping keep the bugs away so I can rest. I don’t hunt for food when it comes to me.

That may be but you cannot get very far from where you are born the prophet said. Is there somewhere out there that can add to what I have now?

When we die, we know where we are going. It will be a paradise and we can hardly wait. Step a little closer and I can help you, we each serve a purpose, and we will all get what we were born for.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

There once was a little boy setting by the stream and along came a stranger stumbling through the field. I wish I had the time to loaf as you do the fellow said.

You have the same twenty-four hours a day as I do what you are doing was determined by you. I am here setting by the stream bothering no one and resting as I chose. What are you accomplishing, nothing just setting by the stream. I am where I wanted, doing what I wanted and have reached this stream by desire.

Well, the stranger said when I get ready, I will go where I want and do the same. Are you here by chose or by accident the boy ask? I have not made up my mind, yet the stranger said. So you are on a path that you do not know where you are going how will you know when you get there, he was ask? One thing for sure he was told is the place I stop will not be a small stream but a large river. Will you be content when you get there, the boy ask? I will decide that when I get there, he was told.

You are spending a lot of energy and time going somewhere that you do not know where and when you get there you will not know if it is the right place or not. I will know when I see it. Can you tell me what it looks like perhaps I can tell you where it is the boy said. I really do not know but for sure I will know it when I see it.

The young boys told the stranger he once had a blind dog and every day he would take him for a walk. One day we passed the river just before the gigantic falls that separate the upper river from the lower river. Someone had been fishing on a raft, and it had hit a large rock just before going over the edge. They had obviously jumped off and walked around the falls. They had left the raft which was ready to go over the falls and on the raft were several fish they had caught.

Well, the boy said old Spot he just pulled at that lease and barked he could smell those fish, and it was all I could do to keep him from getting onto that raft. That blind dog thought he had found heaven in his mind because what he saw in his mind and what he smelled was not what he would want. Mr. the boy ask Are you smarter than a blind dog? Sometimes what we find after searching  is not what we want.

Moral of the story is going is not always the answer and not knowing when you get there is more important that the energy spent getting there.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

As we age several things happen and it comes so slow it is not noticed. Routine becomes a habit and a lifestyle. It is a lot easier to continue doing what we have done in the past the older we get. The problem with that is our world is not  in a stagnant mode.

My first look at a television was in a store window in downtown Springville Utah. No one had a television it was not known then. You never lost your phone because it was tied to the wall with a cord. Dick Trace was a funny book type character, and he had a wristwatch that he could see someone in the watch and talk to them. That was laughter in those days so radicles that we watched fascinated by such things.

Robert Gear who lived on the same block in town, was fortunate that his dad bought one of the first T.V.’s in Springville. We would go over on Saturday and Roberts mother would let all of us boys watch T.V. for an hour to an hour and half then she would refuse us anymore. Go outside and play and get out of the house, I do not believe to much of this can be good for you. She never allowed us to just spend our day in front of a television set. That may be what has limited my time today on this one-eyed monster.

Years later I had was in Electronics School in Provo Utah and just out of high school. The instructor was explaining to us that our class had outscored many students that wanted this class but because of our test achievements we were now learning  what others had not been able to achieve. Now he said you go home and watch a television where the man speaking to you was probably one of those that failed entry and you do not do your homework because you are listening to someone who knows less than you do. He went on to explain that it is good and wise to learn from someone of higher intelligence not less than our own.

Now as I turn on my computer, I see stuff that google and news casters try to influence me here in South America I am still bombarded with B.S. I would wager what comes on my screen is so far out of truth as a skunk in Church. Artificial Intelligence is like marijuana little can be good but to much will kill you. I personally think it would be easier for a chain smoker at sixty to quit faster and easier than getting a twenty-year-old to go without a phone.

What could be the advantage of not using a phone or computer or tablet you say. Let me compared to making a cake we put the ingrediencies into a bowl and mix. There has to be a point when you quit adding a then mix. The items I mentioned never end the process of adding has become the subject of discussion with no results. When do they turn it off and absorb the information? At what point  does this fact that become important? Never because they never stop to analyze that is hidden in the desire to watch.

Let me ask you as readers how many phone calls do you receive a day that could have waited two days and still been the same results? Can you go for a walk without a phone? Set at the table and speak with those around you and not be interrupted by someone else. I promise the very thing that is educating our society is destroying our lifestyle of peace and relaxation. Excessive indulgence in anything is harmful. Running every day is great but it must be flowed by a time of resting equal to the exercising time.

Everyone feeds what they like but happiness can only be found within our self’s and if we do not take time to absorb, we are cheating ourselves. The wider one’s knowledge the better foundation. What is the  longest time you have gone away from a phone or computer? Test me try going to the store without a phone. Can you do it? First thing in the mind is why should I? that is the very thing I have been speaking about private time has been stolen from us for so long we accept it as a slave to a master.

The United States at one time had slaves and they would not allow them to read they wanted domination of those that they held power over. No different today they put a bucket over our heads and feed in what they want us to know. They want to control our thinking no different than no reading when you think about it.

If I am wrong, you will have no problem going twenty-four hours without putting your head in that bucket. Scares some just thinking about it. God gave us a perfect computer in our heads now the question is who controls it?

A Messenger,

Verl K.

This is a story of the Rock around the clock latest hit of the century. It’s not a song that most would sing regularly. In fact, don’t sing it in front of the children or those over 60, it’s not good for them. In fact, now I think of it maybe it is not good for anyone to sing. Perhaps after thinking about, it, those that could should not even hum it. Now the rest of us will hum in B flat minor.

 

I wish the I was a fat boy setting with a flush.

Then the girls would look at me up until they blushed.

 

Wish I was a thin boy setting in a swing

I  would them happy, rather they blush or not.

 

Wish I was a blond girl setting on a basket

Then I could ask him what he was really after.

 

Wish I was a father setting on the porch

Watching was going on and waiting for disaster.

 

Wish I was a mother standing in the hall

Rolling pin and hammer I will show them all.

 

Wish I was a birdy setting on a limb

Watching all the action just before it happens.

 

Wish I were a writer waiting for the fun

If you sing along with me, you will find it done.

 

I told you not to do it. Don’t sing along, don’t hum along I would suggest you just skip along. Sometimes a blind hog does not find a thing.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

 

Those that never heard, there is an old familiar saying;  even a blind hog finds something once in a while.

Living in South America is getting more and more like home. I have been here for ten months now, and I have never saw the temperature move from eighty degrees more than four degrees up or down. As to the humidity, I lived in Las Vegas twice in my life and that dry desert heat is harder on a body thane could imagine. This  humidity  runs around seventy.

I left Wadswoth Nevada going to Costa Rica and over here hunting for a wife. In Costa Rica I found her but damn the luck she was to smart money and looks were not enough to make up for the fact I was forty years older than Joss. In fact, her mother Christina was a perfect match for me, she was a worker and a great cook. I had hired her to cook for me when I first moved there, and she did such a good job I fired her. I would have been back to my 320 pounds if I had not. Shows to go you sometimes you can be to good at the job. Anyway, after a few months there I called them my wife’s, and I still refer to them when talking to my good friend (he’s a tattle ass) I could not pronounce his name, so he became Hi-Lo to me. They are my wife’s who wants to marry their mother-in-law. I never did tell them right out which was the mother-in-law. Who said I was stupid?

In the evening I would spend hours with a Polick whose name was Januze drinking rum and lying to each other. That guy could drink more rum than a camel can drink water and still not appear drunk. He did not have a hollow leg his whole body was hollow to alcohol.

Walking up the beach one morning I came upon an old man setting on a bench and he looked up as I got there from a trance he had been in when we started that friendship. Turned out Barry was two months older than me. Facing him was not as real as facing a mirror in my eyes. That old man and his wife Nanci who had published a fantastic book on the people in that area. Barry and Nanci moved from San Diego California and gave what they had from selling  their home to feed those of whom I speak. Those two had such a high intelligible intelligence that they could explain the working of the mind and the heart of our being. Still stay in contact often with both and will be till we meet on the other side.

Now I have to tell you of the doctor Kevin who has a most beautiful wife inside and out and God forgive me I can not recall her name right now. The doctor became Master to me he was so much more than a doctor. He knew medical, he knew chiropractic and top it off with a strong knowledge of the mind. I went to him because I was starting to walk like an old man and with eighty years left, I did not want to continue bent over looking at the ground. He looked at me and the first hours he sat me down and explained the mind controls the body and to walk I had to first understand a few things. The he put me on a table and adjusted everything from my toes to my head. Without a doubt this guy could make a fortune in New York City. The area is very fortunate to have such as he is. I have told him when I get Golden Goose Corporation going, I will be hunting him to be on the board of trusties.

I have told you about the ass hole table they have down there. Everyday  Michael is setting at one end drinking his six pack and smoking a cigar. Michael moved from Michigan and has been there ever since. He spends most of the time  twisting a woman who joins the group daily. She has a face like a road map of Los Angeles but a heart bigger than the city. Cindy is a perfect one to be at that table because she can put Michael in his place when he attempts to heckle her. Many more join that group and not to be left out of that group we have a woman who wears short hair and dresses to me like she was a lesbian. When I ask Michael, he could not wait to tell her. I never did live that one down. When she sees that I cannot remember her name to hackle her she will remember my telling her what beautiful legs she has and where I would like to see them.

As I have pointed out many times God gives each of us a special gift and mine was people. When I meet a new person, I thank God for bringing them into my world. The best day of my life is when I make a new friend. Long article today but when you picked this site you should have known it is Verl’s World and along comes days like this. Long winded and short on information. Everyday can not be study and writing we have to have a day to just remise and thank God we have the time and health for it.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

If I were to write a letter to God today, I know I would receive a return which would add to my credentials when I tell others. The first thing I would want to know is are you real. He would no doubt say: this letter is proof. Most don’t even believe the bible I told him, I know they would laugh at this. The most satisfaction for me would be of your answering a question, not as an attorney but as you God would answer. His answer would just be guessing again: I promise on my word.

Not to be critical here on my word. That’s my line God not yours. Who do you pray to?  His answer.   Sorry! I would say I forgot who I am talking to. Alright let me ask the question. If you have all the money in the world at your fingertips, why am I paying for the stamp. Never mind I just couldn’t hep it. What I would really like to know is do you change the weather and bring tornados and rain.

I can hardly wait for the return envelope for this one

But just as sure as the sun rises (punt intended) he will give me an answer. By the same rule of the sunrise, it was all done on purpose a long time ago.

What did I expect? Like talking to a woman the only way, you can win the discussion is be on her side before she opens her mouth. See what homework does for you, he knew the answers before I ask the question.

Maybe we didn’t learn anything writing to him, but it keep the mind we spent time reading this and being busy and we skipped two snacks.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

I ask for a raise, but when I did he told me to first collect what I had been owed in the past. When I told him the balance was nothing. He told me to expect it on my next check.

As I set on my patio and watch out to sea, I think those homeless I think of those that miss out on the things God gave us. What a pity those who hunt for food, shelter and most of all love. Life has many wonderful things to adore why would one not want what is available in life.

You can tax us, you can rob us, but you can’t take that dream. How wonderful life is when we just set down and imagine what if? So much are we gave in the begging. We start out with nothing and when it’s all over, we still have it. Nothing.

What did we gain from the years we spent? Where did they go? Why did we do those stupid things? Why did I listen to that garbage? What are the treasures that could have been? I talk with many I listen to few.

Setting in an easy chair looking out  and thinking back what I had done. I worked on a farm for seventy-five cents a row and those rows was over a block long. Pulling weeds, thinning beets but my first paycheck was two dollars and twenty-five cents. I shined shoes downtown going from store to store. The salesmen would let me shine their shoes and even brought them in from home, so I had money in my pockets. Hardly a day I didn’t have at least fifty cents. I was still in grade school. Oh, where did that money go? I remember a girl in class ask me how long you have to be friends with you before I get a gift like one’s you give the other girls? It did not dawn on me I had gave bracelets, rings and different things to the girls that I had been spending time with. I worked and gave it to see a smile on another classmate. Fascinated with the other sex from grade school. Bonnie, a girl friend would go to the movies with me, and we would kiss and hold hands. Never in those days thought of anything more than that.

About this  time fifth grade or so on the fourth of July when I got out of bed, I found my mother and dad had left and gone somewhere so I went up to the park in Springville Utah it was. The carnival filled up the entire park. I went to a counter where they threw balls at stuffed animals. They had dolls on a self and one little stick in the middle and a lot of costume on them, so they looked really wide but to knock one off they had to hit that little stick. The woman gave me an apron and money in it to give change. I would collect from those that bought three balls to throw. After a while she said put one in your other pocket that will be yours. I would put a few in the left pocket for her but those in the right were mine. Yes, I have to admit the longer I worked there the more I went into the right pocket than was due me. I thought of that years later when I would hire an employee to do something and they would make the job last a lot longer than it should have. They took from me the same way I had taken years before. Hard to get mad at others when you were on that side.

In those days I could go to a movie matinee and after we would go to the dairy queen and could buy a hot dog or a hamburger, our choice and either a malt or a milk shake and the whole date would cost a dollar. That was hers and mine two of us we walked to the show house holding hands. How can I remember this? Sally Pay one time  admitted to me she had a dollar in her shoes her father had gave her just in case I didn’t have enough money. I remember her telling me that. Cherished times as I think back today.

I write these things and wonder why, maybe it’s just meant to be. Reading my blogs is like reading a milk carton. Just because I give friends something stupid. A little article to give them something to do.

Just remember it’s Verl’s World.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

As I set here, I wonder what my future with my writings will be. I used to write Verl’s World and send it to a few close friends, and I would hear back and we would joke about things, but I had an indication of what was on the minds of my readers. With the exception of one reader on a blog of Elizabeth who told me I was on to something and to continue. That is the total input I have ever had as to the mind of the reader.

I just finished “The Ghost of the Coffin” which took six days, 153 pages, 24,815 words, and also completed is book four of Great Eagle. I have a proofreader working on book one right now.
I have picked up the habit of smoking a pipe which allows my mind to drift and covet thoughts as I write. Getting information back from my readers is of great concern right now. I think in a few weeks this will be solved. I find myself comparing to a soldier in a trench writing home and not knowing if the letter gets there or not and what is happening at home.

I would never stop writing that could not be but to spend time, energy and money to publish is of utmost concern. The number of readers is not truly an indication in my mind. If you were to count the people reading the back of a milk carton would that be in induction for the sale of the milk? As usual I write what I think and put out. I used to write to my mother and when I put the letter in the mailbox I use to say to myself just like putting into a shredder its gone and never will I know, she loved to get the letters but to answer was never to be.

Writing on the milk carton makes me think. They make cigarettes say they are bad for your health. Do they think those that smoke, read and care? Why don’t they put warnings signs on cake and say if you eat it, you will get fat and not be able to walk and eventually die. How about the news media, if you listen to this next broadcast, it will be a lie so don’t let it raise your blood pressure cause it can kill you.

At least my writing are true to my knowledge I have no reason to stretch the truth. Well maybe because of the day of the year I will admit to counting hundreds of submarines passing here in South America with the sails up indicating the savings of fuel.

A Messenger,
Verl K.

When we are born, if one was to consider it darkness just speaking of comparing something here. We know nothing about anything. Educational things are not in our scope or ability of thinking or understanding. Is that not a dark room mentally? We start our lives in the  dark and advance to death trying to find light.

What is that light? It is understanding of something that makes us see more than we knew.  That was a bright idea, now I see the light, turn on the light. A juggler learns to juggle two stones and sees that it is possible to juggle three what comes to light invariably turns on a light which shows there is more to learn.

Incredibly darkness is addicting as milk to the baby. Darkness breads, spreads and engulfs us as a captured animal in a cage. The longer in the cage the easier it is to adapt to the surrounding environment. In time we grow to accept darkness and find that which is around us is all there is. Contentment and satisfaction become all we know. Laziness and darkness fill the soul would be one way of looking at it.

When someone leaves the door open or throws a little light which is easy to see when in the dark looking out. Just as the wild animal is realized from the cage, he is so happy to be out and free he runs and plays. Just like the wild animal is we are the same way we get a little light and so happy to have that we are now content with a little light and as in the darkness held us, we just stepped from darkness and were willing to accept that as the total package of our existence.

Contentment and ignorance are just another cage. The only way to get out of that cage is want to be out of that cage. The darkness is just as profound here as back in the darkness. Contentment and satisfaction just reached another  level is all.

To get from where we are to where we want to be is just like being in the dark room and seeing light. We have to want that light. If you want to be a teacher, a scientist, an accountant, a doctor of attorney is the same as looking to the light. Put your eyes on it and go toward it just like you have now learned from darkness to light.

Just like the darkness has chairs, tables and obstacles in the way when you see the goal letting other put stumbling blocks in front of the light is no different than this.

We each have a cage, a darkness for sure but advancing becomes ours not always the same for friends and family but that light is shining and is out there just as sure. How bright that light is becomes the same cage as before. Contentment and satisfaction have no limits until we set them. Because you became a nurse does not mean you cannot become a doctor. When a doctor is the same thing.

When you see an animal in a cage, remind yourself that at one time you were in that cage. The bars that hold him are no stronger than those that hold you. Remember satisfaction and contentment breads laziness and can grow in the light the same way it did in the dark.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Life today is not easier than it was years ago for everything. The stress level is so much higher today than then.

My first exposure to a telephone you picked up the phone and if no one else was using the line. Yes, in those days there were many people using the phone lines so if someone else was using it you had to wait and there were those that loved to listen to others conversations. When the line was clear the operator would ask you the number you wanted. My phone number in those days was 47 M. however if you didn’t know you just told the operator to call David Harmer and his phone would ring. When I first got married living  in my own home and my first child would  knock the phone off the hook  the operator had a way of causing my phone to buzz very loud to let me know to put it back on the hook so other people could use the phone. After this happened many times, I told the operator to disconnect the stupid thing I could get by without it. She called my mother and told her, and mom told the operator if she disconnected me, she would not be able to call me, so they didn’t disconnect my phone. The  next time that buzzer went off, I took care of that I jerked the line out of the wall and threw it behind the desk. Finally, good riddance. A repairman came to my  house a few days later to fix it.

In those days the phone cost was around 4 dollars a month. And they gave you the phone. Today a new phone cost $1,500 dollars and to download Uber it wants passcodes and phone numbers and when I put my phone number in it said it was the wrong phone number. Bull crap I checked it several times and it wanted a 77 number which I have no idea where are whose number that was, but I certainly was not mine. Oh, how I wish I could tell the operator where to put this phone.

Now let’s talk about the television that cost more than is reasonable. I cannot use it because I am not qualified to fill in all the banks and I have thousands of channels and am not able to remember the passwords to use it. It had three channels’ years ago  and  if you could see the picture, you could watch t.v. The remote was two legs and ten steps to the t.v.  When living at home my mother would pound on the floor and I would go across the house up the stairs and back to the front room and change the channel for her and go back down. My mother had a remote that was me.    I got hell for tipping over  the outhouse one time, and funny as it is I have to tell those young readers that was the toilet in those days. Imagine getting up and going outside to set on a cold seat and stink, before you could go in you would have thrown in a skunk first just to cut the smell. The toilet paper was a sears catalog and those that do not understand that’s shopping online. The line was on the seat next to you and if it was dark, you just made do. When you could see and didn’t want the family to read that page it was an easy way to get rid of that page.

I have to admit the outhouse I tipped over was in the backyard saved to go to the dump because we had just gotten a flush toilet inside the house. What would they think of next? History would tell you and those smart enough can check this out but back in about 1948 to 50 the man running the governments office for new inventions called the President of the United States and told him he just as well shut down the office of Patten Office because anything that could be invented was already done.

That was before microwaves, computers, x-ray in medical offices, teller machines, DNA not to mention robotic surgery. I will leave it there, but I tell the younger when was a kid they put license plates on the dinosaurs.

I would leave this, but I would like to point out that a few years before I was born to fix dinner which was supper in those days you had to cut down the tree, cut it in length, put on a chopping block and make it fit the stove. Then you built the fire while you went downstairs and got the potatoes, the meat had to be fresh, or it would spoil. Had a friend who I ask how he got the dishes so clean he told me he had a spot remover. A spot remover? yes, and turning he yelled “Here Spot, common boy”

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Not all messages have been told but the few left in the bucket are what keeps me active and moving.