Category: Blog

It becomes quite clear to me that was is most important thing in life that does not come to us through the five basic senses:  Hearing, smelling, tasting, feeling, seeing. They are a necessity only.  We are born with those basics, most of us are lucky enough to get those but what really makes the difference between surviving and living are acquired through others. God gives us what is necessary but to really live to really enjoy that has to be learned.

We have the ability to love, we have the ability to cherish the ability to acknowledge, remember and ask. Greed, hate and acquiring are also learned. Fear, fright and loneliness never came from the nipple.  Ever see a bashful baby? How about rejection? Where does that come from? At eighty I still don’t reject the nipple so how can one find and learn these simple things.

What is the pit fall that seem to grab us and hold on? I can offer a suggestion, but I cannot force you to accept it nor will I try.

The way I find answers, the way I find comfort is not from others satisfaction it comes from within. You cannot inherit it, you cannot buy it and you certainly cant find it in print. It cannot be taught that it has to be stolen in moments of silence, in time of our own. Stolen? Yes, my friend, our time is ours as we would choose but somehow, we think others have the answers we desire. Time spent watching and listening are our time as well.

Turn off the noise, close the book, tablet and phone. God gave each a certain amount of time. That is ours not someone else’s it is ours and how we spend it was always ours. Think of it as a bank account, a number gives it a value worth more than dollars and dimes.

Set back close your eyes and draw on that time from within. How much time have you spent with you? Peace and harmony are right at our disposal. We do not have to give away everything we can have part of that time; it is ours, to begin with we can share other things but one must understand time is ours only; it is not necessary to always be talking or listening. So, what I am saying is learn to take that time and decide if you want to give it all away to others.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Because of my finding Fanny Crossby a blind woman from early childhood gave hope and encouragement to my life. If you have never heard of her, she spoke later before the joint congress in the Untied States in her twenties. She lived in the 1800’s not wanting to hunt out that if you are interested in is available but  let me just share a passage from her book on her life when she writes in a book about her life.

“Many of the flowers I planted in the garden of memory during a happy childhood are still being sweet and fair after a lapse of more than eighty years. Those that are faded, because they have not been watered, and those that have been crushed in the press of a long and busy life. I will try to revive until I have finished that I am about to tell”. She was a fierce proponent of kindness and love. Her headstone reads, “She hath  done what she could”.

In her book she tells of a having as a young child a problem with her eyes her mother took her to a doctor who in trying to fix them destroyed what she had for life. He spent his life in sorrow over that and died before Fanny was old enough to tell him he did her the greatest of things because of her blindness she found many things that she could accomplish. She wrote many books and wrote many poems and songs that were very popular.

I have no right to quote this I do not understand the laws regulating rather I have a right to do this but stand me against the wall and shoot me I don’t care if I have something to share that I think will help others as this blind woman has me then fire at will.

Because of her I concluded after many years of prayer that I asking to hear. Now like Fanny I thank God for that which he knew, and it took me eighty years to learn. I live in an apartment that is beautiful and I am looking at the Caribbean Sea and the apartment has three bedrooms and three baths I could live in a tent on Wolverton Mountain and be happy. The apartment was vacant for months waiting for me and now I know why. The noise level at times because of the trucks and traffic below me is so bad at times I take my hearing aids out and silence is beholding to me. Telephone, doorbells and other nuisances are gone.  Unlike Fanny who received additional hearing because of that loss I am not aware of anything added to me except being able to meet with God in my own mind and dwell upon that which I cherish  so much. Piece and quite allows me to say to the world that which many may enjoy and if they do not, I do not have to hear it.

I am just about finished with book four of Great Eagle and writing to a woman who will correct my literature so those of higher education can understand my blabbering. My book tells of a friendship between a man who marries a Princess of the Ute Indian nation and at the moment has three mountain lions, a timber wolf an Eagle, big foot a giant from the woods who has a very high intelligence and is actually from another planet which brings into the story of Ooga a outer space character who takes Dan to a higher intelligence and understanding of more than just here on earth. His travels take him to San Francisco, and my story tells of his experience in the book. I had the books on Amazon but pulled them off of the site because they were not of the standard I would like to see.

Why do I tell this? Because I can, do I need a reason for being who I am? I make no apologies for it,  God gave me the want, and I share with those that take the time and effort to encourage me.

After reading Fanny, it encourages me to tell others and perhaps I can do for another what she has provided for me. In my book I make the statement;  “A man who does not know his maker will leave an empty grave. It makes no sense.” Now that I can quote that knowing the author will judge me not another.

A Messenger,
Verl K.

 

 

 

When I was a young man, I was living in Heber City Utah, and the snow was so deep they could not get down the road over in Midway. The county of Wasatch did not have a dozer available, and they hired me to clear the road,  it was 25 below zero at the time. I worked for several days and had face protection, but I still received frost bite on my ears. When I finished, I parked the dozer got off and the next day I left and went to Mexico. When I returned  Broadbent said to me Verl why did you leave we had a lot more work for you. I told him I expected that; now you know why I left I told him.

In 1963 I was working in Lake Tahoe at Harvey’s  Wagon Wheel and in snowed so much that winter that I had the snow piled up over 8 feet on each side of the walkway. I was saving up money so I could buy some plywood to cover the walkway and let it snow. One day I spent all day digging my little Volkswagen out of the snow and the snowplow came by and buried it.

Forty years later when I would take a party boat out to go fishing in the Bay Area of California when we would go under the Golden Gate Bridge heading out my ears would burn so bad from the frost bite earlier that I had to put something over them every time I went out. I never got over that frostbite.

Now in Colombia the weather is the best I have ever saw. I am used to the high humidity pretty much and as I set out here on the patio, 6 A.M. naked drinking coffee looking at the Caribbean Ocean completely comfortable temperature wise I think back of those years and with false teeth and a passport I no longer put up with those necessities I thought were necessary in life.

Life is nice with out the cold snow or a dentist.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Stories are popular among our generation, in fact that have been used long before our time. The bible used a story because people read and remember a story long after reading it. Let me tell one for the reading pleasure.

A stranger came into a small village his skin color was different, his ancient was different and his way of doing things set him apart from the local’s. How could such a person expect to mingle and be accepted?

A young boy came by one day with a crippled dog and gave the Stanger a smile and he had a cookie he was eating, breaking the cookie in half he handed the stranger part of the cookie. The puppy limping on a bad leg climbed upon the strangers knee and licked his hand in friendship.

When the boy went back to school a few days later he was wearing a new shirt and pants and the puppy was not limping. A friend noticed this and ask the boy, Johnny, and he said where did you get the new clothes. That is strange the Johnny said this morning when I started out I found a bag laying at my doorstep and in it was these clothes, and just my size. Johnny told his friend Robby the crazy part is Spot is not limping this morning he is walking on all four legs like he had gotten over the bad leg.

That is amazing because you got a gift and Suzy was in the park last week and a stranger was setting on a bench leaning on his walking stick and had a sack of candy beside him and he was giving out candy to all who walked past. When he was not looking Suzy stole a few pieces of candy and left. She said the man had many and would not miss a few, so she was not worried about it. When she got home her mother had fell in the kitchen and broke her hip. Suzy had tickets to the concert, and she could not go because she had to stay home and help her mother.

Let me tell you more about that Johnny one of my friends who saw the man and he gave her candy she gave him a flower she had picked on the way past Mrs. Johnsons house, and the man was very excited and thanked Mary for the flower. She got on the bus to go downtown, and the driver allowed her to ride for free and gave her tickets to a concert. He told her he found the tickets on a seat and so they didn’t cost him anything so giving it to her was no big deal.

When the driver finished the day and was punching out for the day his boss walked up and gave him a raise in pay out of the clear blue sky.

One afternoon the man was waiting in line at the bank and Mary a homeless woman in a dirty blouse and ripped and torn pants ask the stranger for food money. He leaned his walking stick against the counter reached into his pocket and gave her more money than anyone had ever given her. Another man took the walking stick while the man was not looking and when he got to the door a policeman saw he had taken the stick and took him to jail. The sad thing was when he got out of jail and went home he found the landlord had found out he had been in jail and had raised his rent.

Some people read a story and learn others see it and look for something more interesting. Would it not be wonderful if we were to see that how we see things is how things see us.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

What a revolting development the books turned out  to be. I wrote Great Eagle book one and it had 169 pages and was 33,005 words when I finished the book. Upon reviewing the listing on Amazon, I noted that it contains 90 pages.  What happened? So I go to the website, and it is the same. So it turns out I was writing book four and I had outer space people telling how a flying saucer works. How it got its power and some very interesting stuff happening. Had to stop and take books back off from Amazon.

I had ask Emanual to proofread and I think he used A.I. and that could be it or I have done something else stupid. What a revolting development that turned out to be. So now I am surching for someone to proof read and also going back and find if I have saved a copy while I was writing it.

It matters not to me because exceltancy was never used with my name. I always felt if you knew what I was talking about that was good enough for me. Past working life I had hired many truck drivers and in order to explain to them one had to have a vocobulatry they could understand. If you told a truck driver to pack in over there you would be wasesiting your time. They only understood park back that mother xxxx up and don’t xxxx mess around with watching the girls just get it into the xxxx spot over there.  Sixty years of contracting and building many subdivisions, reservoirs, miles of roads and ski slopes caused me to have many trades and I found truck drivers were a pread of their own. And I think that is where this all started I could not talk to all employees the same way.

Starting out when I can first recale witing a letter I had trouble telling what I wanted. My grandmother Flossie Dalton would write to each grandchild and send one dollar on there birthday but always got a letter. She might tell you three times in the same letter about the party they had that morning. You got to read it several times but she made it so great to read that it was better than Mark Twain. I ask her one time how she could write so many letters to all her grandkids. She explained that it you just forget that you are writing and just think of talking to the person and tell them what you are thinking they will read it the same way and that makes them feel they are hearing from you personally.

I was married to Ann for many years and she was a grade school teacher and she could not write a letter. She would ask me to write for her. Who do you want to tell and what do you want to say I would ask. When finished she would correct all the mistakes and fix the spelling errors and hand me back the paper. Wow did I say that? She would laugh but my point was all that education and being a teacher and could not write a letter.

Today I do pretty much the same thing and it gives me enjoyment writing as you must have figured out by now. When I write it realeaves a burdon on my mind that I want to get rid of. God has a very big shouldere and I have told him everything the same way. If there is a proper way to say something I would not like to learn if it causes me to loose my enjoyment of writing.

With all this I am having to go back and spend time and find what happened to Dan and the travel from Boston to Reno in book one. So that is where I am today.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Because I am a limited thinker I have to keep it simple so I can understand things. Study of many subjects are necessary to feed my waking moments. As I dwell on each I find that the body can be broken down into two subjects. Physical and mental the part that is most understandable is the body. It is governed by limits body functions are required to function properly. As I think of it the body has requirements that must be met in order to function. Everyone understands those and many spend their lives because they understand or want to understand those things which help the body to operate properly.

The part that should actually be practicing is the mental. Yes if the body does not function properly the mental will be left hanging without support but not considered as the mind controls the body. The body limits the mind but the mind most definitely oversees the body.

When we have pain, hunger, sores, or body corrections necessary they only send signals to the mind so the body does not control the mind. The mind most differently controls the body. Medical knowledge has pretty much gotten a handle on necessary corrections to repair needed changes.

Most problems in the body can be corrected through the mind. Not speaking of accidents or physical abuse. So today I would like to just mention that we have two parts of us that has to be continually watched and protected. The body is easy to understand and we have a very good handle on that because it is something tangible and the body will let us know when we cheat, deprive or overindulge in something.

The mind now is a completely different thing. The body tells us when it is hungry but then the mind takes it from there. When we are hurt or in pain the same thing happens the body is  depended on the mind and when one learns that to be a fact we have advanced in our personal lives.

Lots of words to get to the meat of the subject. But consider this knowing the mind controls each of us rather than to spend time, money and energy feeding the body we are satisfying the effect and not the cause. Education can be a lot better place to put our resources than the body. Why is there hunger, homeless, riots, fighting and foolishness abundant in our world? Mental is obviously the answer. Every time I look at the news I see more ignorance than anything else. I write because I feel maybe I can make a difference somehow somewhere and someway.

I am not saying anything that has not been said before but I also  think that whatever I say regardless of the subject has been said before by someone else.  I guess the only way I can describe this is quit slamming the door. Ever sat and had something annoy you and you did nothing about it till it finally made it past the fog and came into clarity? The people in Iran those in China those in Russia and both North and South America allow this stuff to go on until someone finally says enough. Stop thinking of food, clothes, shelters and other physical needs and start placing emphasis on the cure. Sorry I just can’t hep it at times.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Good morning to my friend out there. I have been neglecting writing on here because I have been writing on Great Eagle Book three and it has got me by the tail. I wonder where this stuff comes from if not God. Right now, I have big foot and aliens from out of space and I am learning as much as anyone. Top that off with my exercises for the body. I was walking like and old man, so I went to my friend and Master Doctor in Costa Rica and then here in Colombia I have another who treats has a shock for the muscles and they even install needles as necessary. I am trying to teach them to speak English they have been trying to get me to learn Spanish and I have found that to be great in many ways. Problem is when you can’t even remember what day of the week it is how are you to remember to say, “I am right up to my usually standard of perfection” In Spanish. Emanual says I should learn to say things in Spanish as I say them in English.

Do you know how long it would take me to be able to tell all these beautiful women in Colombia how wonderful  it is to look upon there beauty? Some of my lines are seventy years old, and I can hardly recall them.  Some I have told to there great grandmothers.

Anyway, just to let you know I am still here and still loving Colombia I find the place perfect for me. The temperature moves like five degrees maybe I am wrong it could be seven degrees night and day and everyday the same. I am getting use to the high humidity and actually have to put a sheet on sometimes at night.  I am setting on the patio writing this in my shorts at six am and it is very comfortable. My power bill this month was less than 300,000 Colombia pesos and to keep track I think of 100 as 25 dollars but that can change from 28 to 22 depending on the dollar to COP. For those that don’t know what socialism they is set the cost of my utilities according to where I live. I am in a six zone. The cost is a lot higher here than the same power bill would be in another area. The amount of power I use would cost 50 bucks elsewhere. Remember I am not in America, so things are not the same. The young do not no that some countries decide what you have they just take it. You have a house and they (not here) want it they can take it anytime they decided they need it.

Hitler ran totalitarian Dictatorship and he took what he wanted. I just mention this because others in other countries should know that they have it better today than what some others had.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Plenty of things to be thankful for in this  world and one for me is not feeling I have to see the news and worry about those things that I have no control over and cause me to get old. So much I am thankful for the sunshines daily for me. The temperature is always warm, it vares ten degrees from hot to cold night and day. Have not been here twelve months yet but have been here long enough I have watched the beautiful sunrises, sunsets, women and anything else matters not.

 

I would write more but been working on my books which are very fun for me book Four of Great Eagle has got me enjoying Big Foot and little  men from outer space. Have been dreaming and writing so worry not rather I am healthy. I am that and when God decides to fund the Golden Goose Airline, I will put down the pen if necessary to articulate his next message.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Exciting things happening here lately. First, we have books available on Amazon for the first time. Bad news is they got messed up but will be fixed right away. Another great thing is I finished book of near-death experiences and Emanuel is working on a cover for the book. So, we can make it available. Emanual says we are just waiting for Amazon to make changes for approval of “It shall come to pass” to be available on their site. That will give us five books. But the most excitement is in what I have visualized for book four of “Great Eagle Four”. I will be working with Pedro getting a picture of what the spaceship looks like for book four also included in that book will be an explanation of how the those spaceships get power to operate and how they move so fast. Book three needs repaired but it will be a steppingstone for book four.

Those not taking advantage of the books are missing out on the freebee. They will be a charge soon for those books. The Golden Goose Airline is in the factory of development and is on its way to birth. All in Gods timing but have no doubt it shall come to pass.

I find it very exciting to feel the thoughts that a new way for the poor people to have a chance of wealth and prosperity. Most only want a job and be able to provide for their family they do not need to own sky scrappers and airplanes to be happy they just  to feed and care for the family. Gods plan for this is what I am talking about. Once the idea of what I speak is understood the development started and then the light will shine on it.

Why I was chosen to bring it to be is not of my knowledge but having been handed the chance to serve is not taken lightly. I told Scott I would call him when the first airplane took off and I now see it in the future and it makes me smile. Think of this; here is a man over eighty years old moving to a new country with a small amount of money in a strange land not speaking the language or even able to open a bank account. I speak of building an airline to fly the world and give jobs to thousands of those having nothing and no dreams of their own. David faced his Goliath and I face mine with no less faith now than others did before me. I have not had a personal visit nor anything beyond the world, only what sings to my soul. Knowing that it is Gods will is good enough for me I worry not about what others think of this I just move as I feel is my obligation is.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Two old men were visiting in the park one after noon and having just made acquaintance; the normal question is what you do for a living one ask.

Leaning back and looking at the ski like he owned part of it was and was getting ready to sale it. After a moment of silence and deep thought he said.

Well, my great grandmother was a seamstress, my grandmother sewed for a living for forty years. My father was a tailor so staying with family tradition I became a measure upper. Oh, the second man said so you sew as the rest of the family has done for years.  OH no, Mr.  (pausing) what is your name anyway? Don’t want to continue not knowing how to address you.

Jones is my name and yours.   My name is Jones also. My first name is  John, but they call me Jonney. Well, that is a quiescence, if ever there was because my name is John as well and my nickname is Johnny.

We’d be a strong team, Johnny Jones.  What name do you go by Johnny? I go by the name of Jonny; Johnny is that unusual to you? No but I find it hard to write to my mother and have to tell her about Johnny, she would think me mixed up. Why? That is the way I write every time.  Let’s just jump that subject and I will call you “A” sense you got here first. No Mr. Jones I was not first I was in the store buying pills when I saw you set down so I am not “A” I have to be “B”; well, if you aren’t something there is no way on earth I can go by the title of B because I would have to be called B Johnn Jones. But you think it would be alright if they called me B Johnny Jones.  How about we just go by physical, you are tall and I am short, so “A” comes first because I thought of it so you again are “B”. After that I was going to call us by our intelligence but you being short there also still makes you first idiot here. You’re not too bright either here I am tall and you are short and you want to make me “B”. That shows you are a seamstress you could not follow a train of thought if it were a rare rabbit running down a Redwood roadbed. If I am tall and you are short, then that is another idiocy if ever there was.

OK Mr. Johnny Jones, I will call you Black and because of your darkness and I am lighter complexion, so I be White Johnny Jones and you are welcome to bring up anything on that subject if you dare. Another thing is that attitude had better be getting better or you will start growing lumps.

OK Mr. Black Johnny Jones the Measure Upper who says he is in the trade of Seamsters and don’t sew what do you do to be known as a Measure Upper in a seamstress shop. Here we go again Mr. White Johnny Jones I did not say I was in a seamstress shop I said I keep to the family tradition and stayed in that business name,  but I could not run a sewing machine if it had four handles, six peddles and ran on Sundays. I am a Measurer upper. That means I measure up what I am looking at. Right now, you are not measuring up to much Mr. white.

Mr. Black, I have been to Four world fairs, Seventeen State Fairs, fourteen county fairs and fifty-two town fairs and I have never heard of a man who Measures Uppers for a living. Well, if you had someone who could measure up your attitude and teach you some manners you could eventually measure up and amount to something. I have spent my whole life measuring up people and I find more who don’t measure up than those that do measure up. I was considering offering the collage to teach a class on Measuring up. If I do, I will give you a special price to attend. Pardon me Mr. Black but what else could you teach rather than sewing. If I had taught you to measure up to your mothers expectations, I could teach your wife to measure up to your mothers expectations. If I could teach father-in-law that the boy about to be your son-in-law will never measure up to his expectations. In that case I should be paid double.

If you should find this troubling, I would suggest you find a different park bench to set at.

 

A messenger,

Verl K.

By the way for those readers that were wondering; Jonny has a son named Dick and yes Dick has a small sheep dog called Spot.