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While working on my latest book about the near-death experiences that caused me to write in the first place I found that 34 or so was incredible but when writing the story, it gets boring to me. To add to the stories, I had been in Mexico and now I found by Googling a little town in Veracruz (county? District?) a town called Puebla Mexico and it is known as a magical town. Hey you google it and see if I lie it is great reading but what they do not tell you is that it has more snake bites than most anywhere in Mexico. The Fer-De-lance snake is very poisonous and found there.

I would a lot rather make up stories than tell true like “Check Mate”,  my new book so I think we should take a trip to Puebla any town known to have magic has to have a veterinary and what better name than Pedro? And any story worth reading has to have a dog and a little boy. So now we have Johnny and Spot in the Vets hospital and Pedro no lets call him Speedy Gonzales. Speedy is talking to Johnny and while they are talking little Johnny tries to get over in the area where the doctor has his animals and a Fer-De-lance snake in a cage.

The Doctor knew Johnny was there because he heard Spot growling and the shoving and things moving about. Looking up little Johnny is trying to get to the snakes cage and Spot the dog is not about to let him over there. Johnny how many times must I warn you about that snake. But Speedy I just want to look Johnny says. That snake has killed many people and it is known to attack it is not afraid of men or little boys. Also known is the fact that of all Gods creatures it is best at getting free from confinement so stay away don’t even try to look. But Speedy everyone knows you have him and I just want to see him.

Perhaps another day Johnny right now I have to make a very important run out to the Bushes farm and help deliver a baby goose to Debras brew. So, you run on home I have to leave.

Now Johnny you stay away from the cage if that snake bite you I would not be able to save you and with you being so popular among the people here I would be branded and hung in the town square. Johnny you spend your life helping others. Mrs. Smith brags about you bringing her flowers before you go to school. Well, she is a nice lady and should receive flowers. And Mrs. Harmer says she does not have to take out the garbage because you are there every day to do it for her. Well Speedy she has bad arms and needs the help. Is there no end to your generosity to others Johnny? Perhaps God made me to help Speedy. That could be but I have to leave and you do the same.

As Speedy rides away Spot is giving the doctor acknowledgement by barking his goodbyes. While Spot is out and Johnny is alone in the clinic he takes advantage and goes into the vipers room only to find the snake has got out of its cage and all six feet of this thing is in the middle of the room. As Johnny is stunned and looking the Fer-De-lance attacked him and bites him on the leg and as Johnny falls it strikes again on his shoulder.

Johnny is on the floor screaming and Spot comes into the room and begins barking. Michael who is setting at the ass hole table (hey I did not name this table it is well known by many and the name is written on the table) jumps up and runs into the clinic and sees Johnny on the floor screaming and while Spot chases the snake back into its cage Michael runs in grabs little Johnny and takes him in the other room and places him on the doctors operating table.

Call the doctor Michael he is screaming but those that had heard the noise and came in also knew the doctor had left and not available. Little Johnny is shaking all over he obviously cannot get a breath of fresh air. High Low who had just came into the room told everyone listening the doctor had gone and not available but Jim Willaims says I will go for him and try anyway.

Mr. Black is over little Johnny trying to help and nothing he does seems to relive the pain the boy is most obviously in, he sobbing and Melva Jean is crying and whaling away. Marie Sanches is as close as she can get and she is crying and blabbing her emotions gone wild. All the tears all the emotions felt in the room and Little Johnn has his eyes closed and not breathing.

He is gone Frank Headman replies as he looks at Johnny. Yes Machael says we have lost the best boy this town will ever know. Why would you take him dear God Yagelis Beltran says. Steven Sumsion says let us pray. Scott laughs and says there is no God why bother?

Behind Johnny in the wall at that moment is a very bright light and what is to all in the room is an Angel. She looks down at Johnny and says, “Johnny because of all those you have shown kindness to and because of all that love you have shared I am here to bring your life back to the world.”

She is gone and all look at Little Johnny sets up and looking around tells all. “I had this crazy dream and in it I was dead and I got to speak with God”.  The room comes to total calmness you could hear if a pin would drop. No one spoke a word nothing was said all were suspended between what they had witnessed and what they were looking at.

Carlos asks Little Johnny tell us more is the world really only an imagination in Gods mind. Little Johnny looks at him and says God is everything his mind is him he is the total of everything not just a mind but he is all.

As a writer I leave this with you after all it is all is it not?

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

 

 

     A small island out in the pacific ocean was a home to a small family of cannibals. Their meals were mostly fish, bananas, pineapples, coconuts and a few berries that prospered on the island. On occasion a stranger would come in out of the sea and those were considered a gift from the Gods.  

         A holiday would be declared, and all  would join a three-day festival. Drums would sound day and night, dancing and special costumes would be worn. The stranger would be stripped and bathed, finger and toenails removed. Hair over the full body would be shaved and any sores or blemishes removed.  

         A pit had been dug and a fire would be built in the bottom of the pit. The fire was treated as a party and continually feed with dry wood for two nights and days.  On the final day the body would be wrapped in banana leaves which had been seasoned, soaked and cooked until it was a paste. Smothered in this paste the body was wrapped head to foot. Another fire would  be built with green wood that would smoke, and the smoke would rise black to the ski. The drums beating this fire was another way for celebrating and feasting. The witch doctor would give thanks, and the victim would be lowered in the pit suspended on long poles keeping it above the flames. Allowing the meat to cook and the grease to fall into the flames and return flavor to the meat.  

         Then the pit would be covered with logs and then dirt preventing any air from entering the pit. The meat would cook for 8 hours before uncovering and removing. The meat would be placed upon an altar offering special prayers. Everyone would dance around the alter stomping and raising their arms waving and shouting to the heavens giving thanks to the Gods for the additional meat to the island. 

         With a coconut milk drink and setting cross legged beneath a large tree a father placed a large chunk of meat in the boys lap and said enjoy this son. Thank you, dad he says, as he brings the first bite to his mouth. Dad, this tastes terrible even the bone smells bad. The dad says sometimes it does not matter how well we prepare it or pray over it; some men are just rotten to the core. 

         Moral of the story: Even if you  do not believe in Heaven or Hell things will eventually come to light one way or the other.  

A Messenger, 

Verl K. 

Though I have no ability to write I think even with a mighty eagle there is still a place for a hummingbird.

Sometimes I just can’t hep it but before I put this into the garbage as many before I am going to put it out for the world to share.

 

I believe the greatest gift God could give to me is laughter and lighting, loving and kindness, flowers, kisses and blushes.

Of all the blessing he could give to me would be birds a chirping, children a smiling, dogs barking, songs of heaven, Angels singing, trumpets blowing.

I believe the greatest things to be will be his blessings his words progressing, his love a sharing. Oh Yes what he gives to me is words of praise thoughts sweet things saved for me.

I believe the greatest gift would be laughter, lightning flashing at me. Children playing, kittens cuddling, music so sweet it feels to me.

Teach me so sing teach me to care teach me all the things that’s dear. Touch me tender touch me deep give me laughter give me care. Teach me to love teach me to share. Give me the things that you hold near.

OH God the things you give the things we share our those things we should all feel near. Thank you father thank you dear for sharing that love and caring to care.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Here I awake at the keyboard again I think maybe I sleepwalk and this is a security hole for me to hide in. Would like to brag and tell of all that I got for Christmas and show the world what great things I have but I have a weakness for honesty and I can only tell the truth. God gave me many gifts just before the doctor hit me on my ass and caused me to start this journey called life.

The greatest gift I have is friends and books. I love my friends and I love to read. I have you that read my nonsense continually and I have books I read continually. I read about 450 words per minute today but in the past I clocked at 1250 words per minute. Not record breaking but fair the same as my time in the boxing ring good but not great, my time shooting trap I averaged 95 out of a hundred not great but on occasion would hit 100 out of 100. Not great but good.

I spent most of my life moving dirt. I was either digging a hole for someone or burying one and I built many subdivisions in Utah and in California. I have built ski runs in Park City Utah I have placed fuel tanks for the police in Oakland California. Again, nothing perfect but I got by.

Why do I mention this just to show you that my ability to write is like everything else I have ever done it is not great but it gets me by. When God passed out looks I was in the back of the line and got what was left, I moved over to the brain line and it was also kind of short by then. That is where I meet most of my friends they were all together enjoying the fruits of their success and while joking and laughing I fell in love with people.

I was also handed things I like to do one of them I can’t talk about but I will share some of the others.  I love to discuss things no one else wants to talk about. I love to tell of the wonderful things that happen to me. I am working on a favorite one for the first of the year. Among things that I enjoy is reading and writing. Years ago, I could type at approx.. 65 words per minute and that stopped like a stop sign was in front of me when my granddaughter ask me to prove it. Girls can be so rude.

So, anyway what you get today is what is left over after many years of testing the waters in many different cities and many different countries. I make no apologies because what you read is the best I can do with what I got. Not perfect, not great just what it is. Why should I complain about any gift God would give me? I am happy writing and if you can loose a few minutes reading and not feel your time wasted then we both come out ahead. Does everything we do have to be justified? When is it our turn to set down relax and just breath without others challenging us. That is my trump card the one I play when all else fails. “You know I am 83 what do you expect?” Works every time.

Ok again nothing gained nothing lost but a good time had by all.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

What I want and what you want or most often not the same thing. Why would that be what you ask? You were born in a different place at a different time and raised by different people and parents and you would think you would want the same thing when what you have done your whole life was different than what I have done.

 

Now you have a child that you brought into this world rather you were the actual parents or not is not the issue the point being that child came into the world at a different time than you did and right of the get go the world to them is a different time than you, their friends will be different the home, the school, and the hole environment will be different for that child. Everything changes nothing stays the same.

Now I ask you would you buy a drink for a drunk? Of course, not you say. Would you buy a fix for a person addicted to narcotics? No, you say you’re the reason for your answer is obvious. But yet you want a child to want what you want. I am not suggesting your child is either a drunk or an doper what I am trying to convey is they are addicted to what they have been taught and because of the environment and changes from what you are they are different individuals than you are regardless if they were born and raised in your house. They are still an individual with a separate brain and ambition than you.

What we are speaking about here is that the difference between two individuals is not ever going to be the same. You can love them or not it will not change the fact they are an individual and will all ways be that way. What you want and what I want are not the same and by the same thinking you must understand that your very own child or loved one is different and will have different wants in life.

Now the caution comes is what you want what they want? Better question IS what you want for them better for them than what they want for themselves? How sure are you of that answer? Lets jump to education here. You want that child to have an education you say. Ok but does the child want that education the same way you want to give them that education. Education comes in a broad form.  You can hang a certification on the wall saying you did this or that but it is worthless if one did not earn it.

Say I have a certification saying I won the driver of the year and have never driven a car before. When asks by another about driving and you cannot answer the question what good was the certification certificate on the wall. What we have here is you can want or give to another but you cannot make them be what you want them to be. You cannot make the cake without blending the flour and eggs together regardless of how much you love the cake. You cannot make the child a pilot of airplanes regardless of how much you love that child or how much you love to fly. You can help them learn to fly if they want to learn but you cannot push a rope and you cannot make someone else be what they do not want to be. Accept that and know that when you offer an education for that child if they do not want to help earn that education you are pushing a rope.

You to go to the doctors office and see on the wall showing they had certificates of education. But the doctor is not seeing patience they are in the back playing video games.  Makes you wonder if someone wanted them to be a doctor worse than they did.

You can buy them an education but you cannot make them smart. You certainly cannot make them successful they have to want it themselves.

The certification on the wall has to be earned not given. The presents gave should be for help not force. Perhaps I have chased this as far as I can to get you to understand the best you can do is to teach them where to get that education where to lean for guidance. If you can teach them to go to the best teacher the best instructor the best of the best is where your attention should be. Teach them to love God and you can know in your heart of hearts that you have set the table for the greatest meal they will ever have.

No one likes to be told but we all want to learn. Perhaps this day is the perfect time in all creation to stand back and look to where the true meaning of what it is all about. Perhaps today is the perfect time for those really important to those you love. Do not try to be God to another teach them to want that which is really important to their development. No greater gift can be gave than wisdom of the well of love. Nothing I as a writer can give or say that has more truth than truth itself.

We all start from a different place at a different time with different teachers but when the race is over we will all end up at the same finish line. If you can teach them to follow the light you can rest knowing you have gave them the best possible gift in all creation.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Sometimes information is there but not obvious as we would like it to be. An example is the road to hell is wide. What is not said is that it is dark and the road to heaven is narrow but again it is not said but with a few minutes reading we find that it is well lit. Yes, the light shines in all corners and we have to understand that in order to find the true meaning is sometimes a matter of reading and thinking.

Again, the information is available to those that search and look for it. When writing these articles, I sometimes start to imagine when looking back and seeing what is said that I think I am more than I am. On further analysis I have to understand that for me to be of any use to you the reader or me the writer that I must be as a mirror and reflect that which is available to me. It is hard sometimes to keep the fingers off the mirror and pass that which should be said from what I think I am. The gift I receive did not generate in me it came as a gift and as such I must try to remember that.

Bottom line in order to fallow a narrow road one must look to the light in order to see the way. That light is bright and available to all who only ask and takes the time to look for it. I have no gift that all of you do not have. In fact, there are very few out there who read this that has less to offer than I do. Most have better writing ability’s further education and less baggage from the past.

I am reminded of a story of a golfer who hit the ball into an ant hill and when he got ready to hit it he missed the ball and killed ten thousand ant’s. He lined up again and as before he missed the ball and killed ten thousand more ant’s. He keep this up until two ants remained. One ant turned to the other and said if we want to live we better get on the ball.

That pretty much sums up how I see it if we are to find the light we had better get on the ball.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

As we pass through this era of time I know we are faced with many trials if it were not so we would have been told. We are given many things but we have been instructed and we have with in us a guide to direct us. Starting this journey, we have those instructions and a guide to direct us. What else could God have gave us to put us on the right path? We are that which he created, this season is to remind us and of why and give glory to that existence.

 

As we enter the new year let us give thanks and remember the reason for our very opportunities. We are the seed and when it is taken care of with what is available we have no reason to not be that which we were intended to be.

Join me in giving thanks at this time to give knowledge and praise for it.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Myrtle, Mable and Moley just sit and smile they do not expect to be orchards they are content just being poinsettias. How much we can learn from that. Their being red and green they give seasonal brightness and cheerfulness just being a part of this world. Oh yes they have a voice they radiate love, contentment, beauty and happiness just by being part of this world.  

We can learn much from them. They don’t scream and yell just by being here allows us to feel what true love is. So much can be learned by just knowing they are there for our pleasure.  

As the day grows near they remind us that giving sometimes can be more than a word or voice can convey. Love and the holidays is much more than just a word or voice can project. When we understand it is not the size of the Christmas tree or the brightness of the lights that attract us. By observing Myrtle, Mable, and Moley, we see that simply being happy and sharing that positivity with others reveals our true spirit.  Just being here full of love will radiate more when that light is shared with others. Learn from the three sisters, it’s not the height of the tree nor the brightness of the lights that drew us in it is when we allow others to see our own light. Burning with love and happiness is a large gift to give when shared.  

I would like all my readers to see and feel that which is all around us as this season of rejoicing approaches. The real gift is felt with in and only felt by others when openly shared.  May your light shine with the love to many.  

 A Messenger, 

Verl K. 

Merry Christmas from Verl’s World to all. 

It was a cold and snowy day when Mrs. Mabel Myrtle Monley went to the front door and found three baby puppies in a basket without a note and no one there to ask where they came from. They were such playful little things crawling around over each other and their eyes were barely open. They must be just days old she told herself. Picking up the basket and taking it inside where she put them next to the fireplace figuring that if they were cold they would like this.

Three little puppies, she smiled and thought of all the friends who she knew and which could have been so thoughtful as to give them this gift. Well, she looked at each one and decided the very first thing she must do is name each one.

The black one with long ears and seemed to be more active and willing to move around the basket the most of the three she decided to make this easy she would just name her “Molly”. So little Molly welcome to our home.

Smiling she now focused on the white one and said that will be easy even though I can see you like to chew on things and are going to be the problem child. From now on you will be known as “Mable”, little mischief.

Now as she finally looks at the third brown puppy she finds it sound asleep and as she strokes its little head the puppy looks up into her eyes and immediately she is in love for sure. Such a pretty puppy but it is sure unusual to have three puppies and each a different color. Well, I have named the others with part of my name no sense in changing now you will known as “Litttle Myrtle”, from now on.

What a great Christmas present this is for my family. With three children and no father sense his passing away last year she thinks this could give the sunshine necessary to make this a very Merry Christmas after all.

The children feel in love with the puppies the same as Mable did and they were never short of attention. As the days to Christmas drew near the children had been running all over the neighborhood telling others of the new additions to the Monley family. Everyone in the family had found love and happiness with the three little puppies.

Just a few days before Christmas Mr. Goodman the next-door neighbor came over and ask, “Mable I have a grandchild that would love to have one of these puppies would you be willing to sale me one?” OH, HEAVEN NO, I could never find which one of these puppies to give away they have already became part of our family and to choose which one I would let go would be like trying to decide which one of my children I would give up. I do not think a person in the world could chose one of those addorable little things over another. She looked over and Molley had knocked Johnny over and was licking his face and he was laughing. Turning she watched as Mabel knocked all the things over running aroud the Christmas tree. As usual Myrtle was sleeping away and not a movement.

Little Johnny her youngest son heard the conversation and when Mr. Goodman left her he looked up to his mother and ask Mother could I have Molley she loves me and hangs on me. Johnny you heard me say that I would not give up a puppy now why do you ask this? Well Mom you will not really be giving him up you will just be sharing Christmas with me more he says.

Johnny do you know the responsibility you would take on if I were to say yes to you? Yes Mom I think It would be like you telling us of your mother warning you about having a family. Why did you pick the black one she ask? I did not notice the color I saw the love and the attention she gave to me and that is all that I needed to make up my mind.

Johnny your answer was perfect for Christmas and because you see value in kindness and love and not a color I am going to give you that puppy. Another thing is i said no one could love one of these more than another.  I was very narrow mined you showed me that one could be loved more than another I let mothers love judge. Never thaught of it but I chose your dad from his brothers. You pick a dog which will be your friend and that love will show. That really gets to the point, yes love is much deeper than i had realized. What i would really like to know is how did God know I wanted a puppy? Did you pray about it his mother ask? No he said i did not know I wanted a puppy untill she keep licking me. You know mom God loves all his children as we love our puppies but to be honest mom I think I am his favorite one.

And today it is the same throughout the neighborhood the love and attention was shared by all  the puppies and were welcomed into the neighborhood just as the Christmas Spirit was. Those three little puppies brought neighbors over to look and friendship was renewed many times on Christmas

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Most articles you read want to sale you something or take something from you but you must understand where you are now. You are in Verl’s World and this is words from inspiration. Not to sale you anything but to make you think and perhaps smile on occasion. If find this acceptable perhaps you could have the same inspiration and share with others.