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Let me begin by again stating there is no such thing as a coincidence. In a previous article I told of our receiving a breath of life from the creator. When we received that breath of  life we received the image of that which gave it to us. So, if we received a breath of life creating us, we also received the ability to give that creation, the same way we received it, gave us that ability.

We also was gave the right to chose what was, what is, and what will be. Words affect us not in just what they mean to us when we read them, hear them or say them.

Meanings can change the same way as a word can have different meanings upon the way it is presented, the same word an image can have different meanings.

Images, words and creations all are gave with choices we are gave the freedom of choice along with these other abilities. I can chose to accept or I can chose to ignore that which is presented to me. If I accept it I can still choose whether to believe it or not the same with creating something.

I can accept that I have the ability to create or I can ignore and refuse to believe I can create something. Words, images and creations are gave in many ways.

Example: God gave the ten commandments (laws) with Moses and called them that. When Jesus was speaking he told us he was there not to change the law but to fulfill it.

In Revelations (bible) God says that those that follow his commandments would receive and he points it out very plainly.  Same word,  different meanings,  gave in a different way.

My point today is not to teach but to give thoughts or make available to consider that we have many gifts but the one most important is choices. We have that choice on every subject, on every image, on every  word or thought.

I can chose to accept are I can ignore or disbelieve anything put before me, now in the future or in the past. My choice. No, my friends it is no coincidence, I received these gifts, the same as you did, the choice I choose, to believe is my own Choice.

Isn’t it wonderful to have the choice between right and wrong, yes or no, love or hate, sadness or happiness? Truth or coincident its all the same, just a mater of choice.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Am I an image of the creator or am I something less? Just what is an image? When I see a new Ford truck I walk away with an image in my mind. That image includes a motor and transmission and all that makes it run. I don’t think of that image as anything less than a complete copy of other new Ford trucks.

In my mind an image is all that it is meant to be. Not just the outside but the total complete package. So is man an image of God?”

It is written that he created us in is image, he blew life into us so that we may receive life and that would include his image, because he was created in mans image so when he blew into us that breath of life he also blew that image into us. So he was created in our image and then he gave back our image and his image compined.

The next thing I must consider is someone who is capable of creating all, and created man, is he limited by only blowing breath into the first only? Why would I assume that? With unlimited capabilities, could he not blow the first breath into me? By what kind of thinking, makes one think that he only put breath into one man? To me, I accept that he gave me that same breath that he gave to the first, and all ever sense.

Accepting that I got the image from him directly not passed through my mother, not passed through an image of others, but directly from him. My physical body is from my mother and father her on earth, but my very breath came directly from him, in his image.

Every time I go back and look at that Ford truck I renew the image, the same way every time I draw a breath, I renew the image gave to me. Now with that thought in mind, when I draw a breath as an exercise, I hold that breath, just long enough, that the image can be stored stronger. As looking at the Ford truck and holding that view, so that I might recall it better later.

I personally believe that what ones definition of what an image is, should, be considered, when one thinks of God. That image is where the first breath, the first knowledge of life’s basic beginnings, started us on our own personal path.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

My words, my thoughts, my articles, my writings are from the heart as I have said before many times. Those that not want another view from outside their viewpoints will not read these. But there will be those, that look for something, and I put to words, that which is possible they needed to know.

Writing a book called lives treasures makes me ask myself just what are lives treasures this side of the grave? What are lives true treasures? What if one were to actually be put on the spot he had to answer that question. Could you?

Boil it down to one answer. One meaning, that had to stand for all eternity. If one said Gold, and then ended up out in the Shara Desert for all eternity with only that treasure would that still be a treasure? No water, no food, no people.

Your family? Back to the desert again, now what? Just what is life’s true treasure? Knowing the pitfalls, and taking in all that is possible, after making the choice, what would it now be?

It would do no good to say a place, because that in itself is not a treasure. What place on the face of this earth could you have for all eternity, if that was all you got. Would you be content in the Garden of Eden, if that was all you got?

Now we have eliminated some of the things we think are really important to us, but when we get right down to the final end result do we know?

Do you think Elon Musk knows it? Jeff Bezos? Larry Page? Just who would do you think could know the answer any better than you do? President Trump? Not money obviously, not power either, so we have to bring in deeper thoughts and more time thinking about the question.

Is there an answer? Yes without a doubt, and when you think about it you will find you not only have the right answer, but have that very gift.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

 

Search and you shall find. Nanci a good friend here in Costa Rica gave to me a book as a gift a few days ago. I had gave to her several gifts of what she can use physically, like I just gave her a cooler with wheels to go to the ocean each morning to watch the sun rise. Her birthday is the 20^th so it can be useful for her. In return she went beyond this, and gave me a book, “Conversations with God”,  By Neale Donald Walsh.

So much truth, and wisdom, I found that I got the best, of the best gifts, one could ever receive. It brings to light many of the things, I think and say, that to say it grabbed me, would be an understatement. When one sees something that rings true, regardless where one finds it, proves again there are no coincident in our life’s.

The first one that stood out to me was the teachings we receive that we are all sinners and come from sin, it is born in us.  If one believes in God then they know that God made us  in his image. We had a choice then as today, if we received from God that which he is, then we have to know we are gave love. So, if we chose sin, as our heredity, not love, we  chose the opposite of love, which means we chose the other of the two handed to us. Is that by itself not a sin?

Going further; if one believes Jesus died on the cross to save us from sins, we have to consider more than that which we had been told. Before that moment in history, that moment in time, that which had been gave to us before was forgiven. So, the Ten Commandments were before this time. Right? All was forgiven, and if those were analyzed and thought about, if we are gave the ability to choose, why was we commanded these things? You cannot have both, you either have a choice, or a commandment, but one is insisting on something, the other gives us a choice. Which is it?

If one believes Jesus Christ then one has to understand that his dyeing for us was not just part, but all before him changed, from the old to the new. Now we are in grace not laws, not what was, but what is.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Remember I am a messenger not a preacher, not a profit, only a man with a message only. What you receive, what you take from me are words, only. The meaning that you put to these words, are for you to only, for consideration. Not a conclusion but a thing that can be light in a world of causes.

 

As I wonder through life I try to observe and try to see that which many times is lost to me, because I move to fast, don’t pay enough attention to others, are just plane lazy.

Saying hello to one of the local whores, is not a bit out of my character. I enjoy a friendly smile regardless  of who gives it to me. After walking away from a lady friend of the night to myself, I thought it over. Just which one of  us is the whore?

She goes to out at night to raise money to pay for a child, or two, that she has agreed in her mind is her responsibility. I give a few coins or small bills to receive a smile, or a cheerful greeting.

She respects me for who I am without me being her customer, just someone who smiles, speaks a few kind words and goes about life. I don’t feel a bid bad having her come up and put a kiss on my cheek, an arm around my shoulder and a small squeeze.

Thinking it over am I not a whore in my own way? I don’t go to bed to receive payment I get mine right out in front of the world. I have an enter peace that gives me a lift because of others kindness to me. I don’t require the bedtime I require the smile, the handshake, the greeting, and the acknowledgement that you give to me when we meet.

I sometimes wonder why they run these types of people out of town. Ladies are known for that, but is that not like running one’s own competition out of business? If a woman has a husband if she is truly a wife by more than a name, should she worry that this lady is giving to men that which they are desiring?

I had a very close friend John Chedister, one time, he is dead now so I can tell the story. He was the attorney for the Heber City, Utah. One day while having coffee I ask John, how he could stand before a judge, and bring charges against a man for drunk driving, when I had been in the car with him many a time, he was in the same shape.  His answer, “It is my job to prosecute him, and he got caught not me.”

I think that is my answer today some take life as an obligation, or a job, and I take it as a means to enjoy others, not competition, not for a reason other than friendship and smiles.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Day three of my diet which is really a fast. My ability to diet is stop eating not cut down. I think a diet is according to ones own body and requirements. I smoke for a few weeks, and I stop for a few weeks, no big deal. I find it easier to cut out than cut down.

To me personally I feel trying to quit smoking but cutting to a number of cigarettes a day is a lot harder than just stopping. Cutting down on food is the same way to big a change will not last with me. I am down 8 pounds today from the day before yesterday. Two days but I have done this  for so many years I know the pitfalls that come after the fast. Stuffing ones face comes really easy after a fast.

Same way with smoking when one only quits for a few days if he returns to smoking he will try to gain back those cigarettes that he didn’t get by smoking many to catch up. Food is the same way. I am down 100 pounds from two years ago and I did it by fasting and not dieting. Now let me refine that statement.

I want to be a pilot and fly a 727 aircraft. By setting in the seat with all those instilments is a hard way to learn to fly. Obviously the way is a small step at a time.

I could not do open heart surgery if you laid on the table and gave me an instrument I would not know where to start. That like anything else takes training and a willingness to want the results.

Faith without action? With no outside education I concluded that to lose weight and keep it off would only be solved by changing my diet and not all at once. I cut out sweets, like donuts, cakes, pies and other wonderful spectacular things I loved.

I doped the weight by fasting then going back to the way I had been eating but that was different in that it did not include sweets that had already been taken out of my head as a necessary food source. If you want to stop smoking then those cigarettes that are supposed to help you quit are to me like eating a donut that was cooked with sugarless junk. The cigarette or the donut to us fat people are the same thing.

You can not keep wait off, you can not stop smoking, you cannot stop alcohol, or anything else until you personal want to do it. They can write on the cigarette pack how deadly it is, but I would pay you a hundred dollars for everyone who puts those back to the seller because of that on the pack. Oh, but you have to give me five cents for every pack sold with that on it.

You can lead a horse to water a lot easier than you can push him. Those that have the warnings are from the stone age. Why do they not put on the pack of cigarettes, “The money you spent buying these could have feed two homeless people or twenty pigeons.” Pull the mind don’t push it. If you want results go the positive way don’t put desserts on the mind, put something that is good and inviting to you.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

It is amazing how our lives change, and things just seem to work out when we allow suffering and misery to just pass without having to do anything. Today I start a three-day diet that I feel is necessary to bring back that closeness and mental images that have kind of drifted away.

Climbing on the scale I find I have gained five pounds, and I know that diet is a major factor in our ability to live a healthy and prosperous lifestyle. I am not a doctor of anything, but I try to be observant of things happening, with me and around me.

Yesterday was the first day in a long time I had no desire to write, or read, which is like the sun didn’t come up at all. I think the five pounds that the scale showed was testimony to why. If the stomach is busy digesting the food, I personally think it is taking away from the energy necessary to think as one should.

I did see in an article yesterday that Bill Gates had spent 100 million dollars on Alzheimer’s disease, and he says that combining honey and cinnamon together gives that which is necessary to correct this. I have used Cinnamon in many of my drinks and food and have been using honey for sweetener for my tea. Can that be why I don’t feel I am loosing any memory or is it something else? Who knows but I mention this for you to think about and what could be the downfall if it does not have any effect upon us? Bill Gates lost his father to Alzheimer’s and that is why he said he would spend all his resources necessary to help this cause. Those that feel the rich should be penalized for having money should understand that money is not a bad thing.

The key here is how it was accumulated not having it. Bill Gates added to society when he built his Empire, not by taking from society to get it. I am not trying to build Bill Gates to appear as anything great or anything else.

My first book corrected and published is available now “The Ghost of the Coffin”. I was working on the first book I had written in “The Great Eagle”. I have completed four of this series and I was correcting and changing book one, when I was in Colombia. For no reason at all I sat down one morning to write, and the story of the Ghost became so strong in me that I put what I was doing aside, and in six days wrote that story. Why?

So, I decided that perhaps that was intended to be put ahead of what I was doing. After completing it I wanted it published so getting online, and searching I started with Bill O’Reilys publishing company and found that some publishers retain all rights to the book and if it should become a movie that publishing company holds those rights. So, the author gives away a lot when signing with them. So, searching, and as God seemed to lead me I found Gatekeepers Publishing, and after several emails back and forth, I felt they were the ones to help me going forward. I could not be happier with these people than I am. Professional advice, proof reading and changes they would suggest, after reading the material. Then they offer an amazing artist design of the cover, and then publishing it, not stopping there, they advertise and as they show on their website they are a family with the authors.

I was pulled mentally to a new book “Life’s Treasures” that I have told you, was about a father and son going into the Forest on a weeks outing. It is a very spiritual book with many things the father says to the son that others should hear.

All came to a halt, so that is why the fast, perhaps my mind will clear, and the drive to write is another of the things that are gave to me, not to be just understood, but to realize, that I do not control my desires, because I want them. I feel our paths, and our everyday experiences, are more than we understand. If I am a tool made for a reason, prayer, and fasting, must be used to get back on track of my journey.

Again, I may not be an author, but I sure want to be as good a tool for God as possible.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

I set a record tonight, I made a pot of beans, and they were the absolutely  worse I have ever eat in my life. I think when God passed out gifts to cooks I was in the restroom passing the breakfast I had made and missed it.

No wonder I am loosing weight if you had to eat my cooking you would loose weight to. I soaked them all night and when put them in the pot to cook they were not soft but cooking should fix that, I figured.

Fried up some hamburger, onions, bell peppers, little salt, and ketchup. The wine I had was good so a taste of that should sooth the stuff. Put in on to cook and forgot it while I went to town to buy a few items I needed. Like Pruns and grapefruit to help the problems I have not being able to pass the ingredients of my last meals into the pot.

Got back and the water was all boiled out, and the beans were kind of stuck a little bit to the bottom of the pan again. Added water, hot sauce to hide the burnt stuff,  stirred them really well, Got the fire hot again and took a little nap. Woke up a few hours later and the beans I remembered came into the front of my thinking.

Out of bed and had to add water again to get them to get them off the bottom of the pan. Not to serious I can still eat them I thought. The beans were not as hard as the black things floating within the bowl.

Makes me think of old Rex Allread a friend from Heber City, Utah. His wife would bring something to the table and then say something like, “I don’t know why I give this to you, it is not fit to eat.” She made him a pie once and when she sat it down she said the same thing.

Rex took the pie off the table and putting his hand on the bottom and tipped it upside down while throwing it on the floor. He told her, “If it is not fit to eat I am not going to attempt it.” She stopped saying those things and I will think of this while I order breakfast in a café next time I think about cooking.

A Messenger,

Not a cook.

Verl K.

A couple of days ago I sat down to write an article that I wanted to share with you about Nohas Arch and it was to be a short look into that time and event of the past.

I started that with Joseph and David in Phoenix to give a being and place to give life and meaning to my story. I took them from Phoenix to Flagstaff Arizona and had them camping in the high mountains close to San Francisco peak because I had been a camp host at one time in this area and was very familiar with it.

The first night of putting that to words I was about to go  to bed with completed at satisfied of what I had written  up to that point. Setting on the patio having my last hot cup of tea I began to dwell on what I had written and the more I thought about it the more negative I began to feel. I had written something very spiritual and warm but when looking back it was boring and decided that it should be thrown in the trash.

Climbing into bed I took my usual time of deep breathing and laid my head on the pillows intending to just enjoy the comfort of a soft bed and as I took out my hearing aids, my teeth in the bathroom in a cleaning solution I  dropped the shorts that I had on. I slept with as I was born, naked and not limited when rolling over by articles that seem to hang and stop my every movements.

What should come to mind at that time, but total relaxation, and no thoughts of purpose in mind, but a realization that what I write should not be limited by my personal observations of what had came to me as while putting those words to page.

I have just received word from GateKeeper Publishing that my very first book is days away from being published and what how they intend to offer my book to the world. Humbled, happy are first in my mind, then comes frighten thoughts, what others will see of what I had written, will I be ashamed and sorry for sending this off? Why did I not just do as I have in the past? Write the books and just put them on a shelf high out of the way stored in a cloud and available as I would have them.

Having written eight books now, I make the mistake of possible ridicule, and foolish pride, in what I say, when it is just as well to be happy writing, without the shame, that could result from worldwide published proof of my ignorance.

I went back to the Father and Son I was writing about humbled and hungry for Insite as to why I should continue this story which it had become. No longer an article for my web site but a book for my shelve. I finished the first night in camp with father and son. I went to bed in my own bed as the story I told they went to bed.

If this story should become past on to others, what I felt was words of wisdom to the son, the next morning ,and if you should read  this story, you will be able to relate as to what was in my mind when the first morning Joe and David, father and son face the first day on the mountain, and my thoughts as a messenger of that story.

God gave me the graving, the hunger, and the location, to further my enjoyment of my life. What becomes of this, where it will go, what others may read, what others may think? I will leave that in God’s hands, I must remember my place in this, I am only the messenger.

The Messenger,

Verl K.

What is prayer? It is written that one must pray consistently, why would that have any effect upon our lives?

It is also written that we should go into a closet and pray. Why would that be?

If one would stop and think of what a prayer is, one may find the answer to many things that seem to escape the world around us.

A prayer is more than speaking with God, prayer is our time alone in our own environment, without the influence of outward nose, arguments, or others, that may try to influence us in worldly thinking.

To be alone without the distractions of constant chatter and disruptions of others, we are allowed to dwell on that which is foremost in our personal behavior.

Who could be better to solve your own problems and find answers to one’s own dilemmas. Who better to answer those questions that stump our everyday lives?

Prayer; gives us time by ourselves, to meditate, concentrate, and look inward to our own situation.   The  things that we find, the things that we search for, is not found in a book written by others. Where else would one believe, that which is revealed to us, through our own minds, our own voice, our own thoughts?

We do not have to say dear God. When we simply dwell on that which we are concerned with, we are  already taking from that which is in us, and available to us, and gave to us, when we entered this world.

People, government, and society does not give more to us than that which we have within us. We do not need someone to pass a law, ask us to join a group, or some church. What we have is a true fulfilment of that which we was offered to us, gave to us, and used by us.

What we receive in prayer can be from God, or it can be what we want it to be. Does it matter when praying, rather we believe in God? When we enter a dark room we will automatically look to the light. It cannot be helped it is a natural thing.

Seak not that which others offer to us, without first looking within, and then using that which we find from ourselves, to guide us in the future. We are gave to us, we are instructed, and told by God himself that he has gave to us everything possible, to direct our lives, and which way we want to go.

To get the car out, to begin a journey, without opening the flood gates, the garage door, to our own navigation source is rebelling against our own personal protective system.

A prayer is simply a means to our enter voice, that can be used to find answers, that would otherwise be lost in hurrying, rushing, and unused, without destination or  purpose.

Prayer is not an obligation, not a command, nor just to speak with God, but to speak to ourselves, and the answers we find will result in communications with the universe. Man can not take away that which we have, can not stop our own basic gifts.

Prayer is so much more than what we are lead to believe, it is a basic  part of our own inheritance, handed to us on birth. This gift was gave to us before the nipple, before the very breath we first received.

Prayer, is our way of holding to the right, to be  a part of what we were intended to be. Faith and Grace comes after prayer, not before, prayer is Gods telephone to ourselves, and to him. Even if one does not believe in prayer, be sure to put the receiver to the ear, just in case he has a message for us, his voice is only heard when wants to hear.

Only a fool fails to justify their actions without wanting guidance from somewhere.

A Messenger,

Verl K.