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Cindy my mom told me that if we play cards on a tall table, I will get good hands. No, Maybel she said if we played cards on a tall table we would get higher hands. Don’t you get it, she was just joking. That is what Dick says all the time then he says he is joking.

Dick is a weird duck in a large pond. And dad says those kinds of ducks are tuff to digest. And I am sure he is right. Maybel both your mom and dad are extremely smart. They should be they spent there whole life in school.

Mom says that when she meet dad, he was loafing doing not a thing. Mable, I know for a fact that your dad was loading sacks of grain on trucks. That is a lot of work he was not loafing he was loading. Well Cindy, I thought that was weird because dad never stops, he is always working. Yes, he is a very good worker.

Mabel if you want to stop and not play any cards it will be alright with me. That would be a good idea because I never got a high hand either.

Of course, you never got a high hand you never got any cards, you have never stopped talking. See you are just like Dick saying things like that. What do you mean Cindy things like what? I told you things like Dick says. I am not going to chase that one Maybel. Are we going to play ball now or talk? Cindy.

I don’t want to be rude but Maybel; how sure are you that you were not adopted. What would make you ask that Cindy? Well, your mother and dad are above average in intelligence. So is my grandparents.  Not to be rude but Maybel you have trouble understanding our conversations. Well, it’s no wonder Cindy we have both been talking and I have to remember who said what. See what I mean, I only have to keep track of what you said because I know what I said. There you go again Cindy, taking advantage of me. I have to keep track of you and me, and you only have to keep track of you.

I don’t think you have to look any more for those adoption papers, I am really sure they would prove what I say. Yes, I am sure to because they couldn’t even spell moms name right. So, you saw them and you know then. Oh yes, I saw the papers last summer before summer camp with the younger students. What did they say? I am not sure Cindy you know I have trouble reading. Maybe you should get your eyes tested. Oh! I don’t have any problems seeing I have good eyes, but I never learned to read very well.

I think it would have been a waste of time anyway because if you read it, you would still not understand it. See your doing it again just like Dick trying to make me into someone I am not. Maybe you have the biggest heart in Texas, the biggest smile in the world and all this other stuff don’t matter only to the people that want to can hear it.

Dad did say I was not the brightest light in the room, but it was sure warm. Of all my patients you have got to be the most precious. Ya mom says I am a real jewel. Honey you are not just a jewel you are the hole necklace. I will forgive you for talking about Dick just because you are so nice to me. You know Maybel that Dick lives just down the street from you and his dog Spot would be a very good friend for you.

Twenty years ago, I would have liked to have had a puppy but now I am past that stage of life and happy just like I am. Just the same I think I will speak with Dick and see if he has time to come over and see us and bring the dog with him. If he does Cindy, you will have to check his pockets, he keeps frogs and mice and snakes in his pockets all the time.

Thank you for telling me that I am scared to death of snakes. I will make him empty his pockets before he comes in. Dick this is Cindy the nurse just down the street and I work with Mabel.

Oh yes Mabel has told me about you. Now that you know who I am makes me wonder about something Maybel said to me. How close of friends are you Dick, do you come over often? Yes, I am over there almost every day. In fact, Spot will be playing with me and when we are down the street by Mabels house Spot will leave me. He runs to Maybel and I have to go get him.

Then from what you tell me you and Maybel are very good friends. Yes, Cindy, I have never known anyone longer than her, she has always been in my world. I bet she was here while I was still an angel. Dick, you say you were an angel why do you say that? Lets move on why you called me to come over.

Maybel brings your name up continually when we are together, but she uses you like a rubber tip on a cane every time it moves it’s used. It is not surprising; when I get sick, she will come over and not leave me alone until I get better. She cannot stand to be left alone and she has to see me every day.

Perhaps I can be of more use than I have been Cindy. Up until now I have only wanted to allow Maybel to have and share friendship. I will be over this afternoon and I will be bringing Spot with me.

As Dick entered the room he could hear Maybel talking with Carol. She was telling her how Dick had treated her so bad and how he had made her do wash the walls and mow the lawn. Walking up behind her Dick touches Maybel on the shoulder and as Maybel turns and sees Dick she is startled and stops speaking and stares at Dick.

Dick, Maybel says I did not know you were coming over today. I heard the things you said and the way you speak of me when I am not here Maybel. I will not scold you are speak of to you of that I would rather do as I feel and bless you for acting in such a manor when you know we are fiends. Forgive me Maybel I am the one to find fault with I had the ability of helping you years ago and let it slide expecting someone else to heal you.

What are you saying Dick do you know of a cure for my illness? Yes Maybel I know and have known for a long time how to correct your illness. First let me say that your mother and dad are healthy both mental and physically because they chose to be. It is so easy to fall into that trap Maybel everyone I know wakes up in the morning and starts a new day.  When they first awaken if they feel pain somewhere in their bodies they can accept that pain or they can dispose of that pain. Think of it this way Maybel when you wake up in the morning there is a sack on your nightstand and it has a headache in it you can leave that sack or you can pick it up and Carrie it all day long and the longer you carry it the heaver it gets and the worse you say the headache is. You have to want to have that headache or you would have left it on the nightstand and got up and left without it.

Dick you know I am not into religious and that kind of things. Maybel I did not speak of any of that I spoke of you and what you desire. Your imagination of religion and whatever you have in that wagon has held you back from accepting a happy life. You can use a different word if religion is bad for you lets change that word and call it “justcause”. Ya that should do nicely Maybel from now on when you want to be healthy just say to yourself; “Justcause” and you will know that it is just because you want to be healthy you are not listening to anymore garbage from the devil.

The Universe of knowledge is revealed in many ways to us. Some and I am one of those believe that God gives us that ability but if you want to think of it as a electrical pulse in the airwaves that is alright as long as you don’t let it hold you back. For some reason which only you know you woke up one morning and decided you had a memory problem and wanted to identify with less thinking which I have to think that you took thinking to be painful and bad. You accepted that and have never got tired of carrying that with you. Anytime you want to set that down and accept the fact that you are just as smart as I am as Cindy, your mom and dad and everyone else you can move on.

Now Maybel I would suggest you set that bag of rocks that are holding you back and lets go out and play with Spot. From now on Dick, I will not refer to life as I have been I will go out with you even though i now feel a little old for this stuff.  But we will enjoy the finer parts of  sunshine and flowers together  justcause they are there.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Miracles cannot be explained in terms we as humans can understand.

The greatest minds could not do it; the greatest, historians the greatest fortune teller, soothsayer or seer.  They can explain the word but not the reason or action for it.

A teacher learns as he/she teaches. A doctor practices medicine. An idea grows with continual thoughts. Spiritual is the same thing only different subject.

In putting together my latest book on near death experiences brings to the front Mirales. How can I have had close to forty near death experiences and walked away, unharmed. In putting these down on paper brings many things that would never have entered my mind previously. I put them down not to publish but to look and try to understand the meaning of them.

My near-death experiences happened without my knowledge they were going to happen. Each happened then I was saved and when writing these it occurred to me that many before me had the same things only not the same when you really compare them.

The prophet Daniel entered the lions den knowing he could be killed. David faced Goliath knowing he could be killed. Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego entered a furnace and were saved from the heat. Many more were saved by their faith in the past as we read history. They each knew in advance they were going to face death and were saved.

I was saved the same way except I did not know in advance it was coming. That fact alone makes a miracle but over and over again is strange. Each of those I spoke of did it once I had it happen many times. It was not my faith that saved me it was by Grace that saved me. I still had not fully understood spiritual blessings. I must add here I am still stumped why me. I was not a religious man yes I knew God but was not a true believer.

Is it any wonder I am drawn to spiritual things from this. Next I leave the United States at 82 years old and go to Costa Rica knowing not a sole there. Having no family or friends, speaking no Spanish, and in a strange country by myself. I stayed for eight months and had many friends, doctors, hospitals and places of enjoyment but felt the need to leave.

I showed up in Colombia South America on July 9 at  9 o’clock at night. No Colombia pesos, speaking no Spanish, knowing no one in the hole country. Today I have many friends and completely satisfied with my living conditions.

The near death is not any easier to explain than my experiences in Costa Rica, or Colombia. Thirty days after entering Colombia I had an apartment on the ocean, many friends and a happy life.

As I try to explain these things how can someone of very limited formal education expect to tell the world of the things that have taken place in my life. Yes I was setting alone in a big house in Nevada USA paid for;  receiving income from social security and on June 6, 2024, I lost my woman I had been living with for 24.5 years. She died one week maybe two weeks after being diagnosed with cancer.

I prayed I cried I pleaded with God not to take my woman. I refused to let her go but what I wanted was not what God wanted. I was setting alone in that big house after having my daughter who had came down to give me support but that was not to be. She had moved in and took over what she wanted painting the house doing everything she wanted for her comfort. I was wearing coats in my house in the summer she keep it so cold. She could not stand the smell of the air conditioner so she filled the house with odors that were killing my sense of smell. Her lifestyle and mine were night and day different. Please leave me alone let me be just set here and do nothing was about what I was saying in those days.

Well, I could set there and watch T.V. and do nothing and wait to die or I could get up and live. I had an enter voice pushing me out of my comfort zone and into new life.

Looking back over the years from the times of life threating experiences to an enter mental realization that God had a plan for me and the only way I could find any enter peace was to try and follow that deep felling to move forward. I told friends I was going to leave Nevada and go to Costa Rica where I knew no one and had nothing to explain accept I was tired of the cold and snowy weather.  You cannot go at 82 years old to a foreign country with no one to help and care for you. That would be insane for you to do I was told. One friend Rich Lucas said I think you are doing the right thing so not everyone was against it.

So, as I set here today I can honestly say that where I live is the best place I have ever been as happy. I am very content looking out my sliding glass doors at the Caribbean Ocean. My older brother Mel said to watch the ocean is the same thing over and over again he was not interested in hearing the waves hit the beach or the sun sets or sun rise over the horizon. I have sat upon mountain tops looking at the pine trees the blue lakes below and the green meadows of the high country.  That I gave to light in my books of Great Eagle that is how that story was founded.

As I write this I find that enter peace comes from within not what others want but what I want. I find love of people and places are the same everywhere I go. Why because I take it with me. That love is felt rather in Costa Rica, Colombia or America I feel a peace because I want to feel a peace. I feel love because I want to feel love.

As I write this I have absolutely no desire for anything to be added to my world accept a closer tie with God. Next question shall I throw this in the garbage or put it to the world.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

 

I think we are intellectual idiots at times. We want to hear Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, John Denver and many more singers and yet we dislike the fact that they were users and got high. The fact that they were high is what drew us to them and yet we dislike what they did. Makes no sense to me when I think the great minds were great minds the same way. Why am I so infatuated by those with this high abilities and yet dislike what they were doing.

I think of the Universe and all the knowledge kind of like I think of the trolley cars in San Francisco with that travel around the city getting the power from a electrical line overhead. The bus has two arms that reach up and as they go down the street the power comes to the bus through these overhead lines. I feel the intelligence of the world is out there the same way we only have to reach out and take it.

I spend many hours in deep thoughts trying to train myself to concentrate and try to grab some of this overhead or out there intelligence that is available to all. I have tried the marijuana and find it has both advantages and disadvantages but mostly for me I like to think I am getting my information from God and not from a weed. If I am to be addicted I would like to think it was from the source that made the weed.

My problem is I am drawn to the source of intelligence and not sure rather I should let it be put out there so to speak. I write many things then if I go back and check them I see they can be said another way and the more times I read them the more changes I make and pretty soon the thing goes into the garbage because no one would read that crap. I find if I re-read and proofread it I have ruined the feelings that I felt to write it in the first place. But those with the higher education want things spelled right, worded right and corrected. Those are the intelligent idiots that were like my first wife Ann she could not write anything but when I wrote it she could make it look super.

Sometimes my thoughts come to me so fast I can not put it down fast enough before I have lost the best of the brainstorm. Now as usual I am not going to read this and throw it in the garbage. I will let you read it and throw it in the garbage. Getting old sometimes helps I find the easy way these days.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

I put up a blog a day or so ago and I made the mistake many of us make. I  ASSUMED

Something that I took for being good and wholesome without full knowledge of it’s value. I watched the Super Bowl and was proud of half time because it brought together several nationalities and different cultures with many flags together. That is only good if it does it in good tastes. I said the President of the United States was wrong not knowing the full story. The very word in English has a meaning and it is explained to us as thinking we take for truth what is expected.

Several things wrong with what said. First the word expected is a mistake when one expects something we have a picture of what we want and not what it actually is. If I have a picture of something in my mind and you do not do or say that which I have in mind I decided ahead of time what you should say or do. I then can be disappointed if you do as you would and I have already pictured what I want. Next problem with that is assume which is explained as the word assumed. I made an ass of you and me. Yes, look at the spelling.

I assumed the singing I watched was fit for family values. Not knowing the Spanish language, I took it to have a been good for children and families. It turned out that the words they sang were not of a value of that which should be sent throughout the world.

The President of the United States said it was bad taste and he knew what was said and he disagreed with the NFL for allowing this to be forced upon the people. His statement was accurate in that it was not what a superpower for the world should be advertising.

I have one voice and I feel that voice should be truth and it should have a value I can be proud of. Uniting people is good if it offers wisdom and inspiration toward a Godly world. What was sung and put out to over a hundred million people  should not be filth and ungodly. It matters not which language is spoken it matters what is said and sang.

I would pray that a superpower should stand for a superpower and that it should remember where it got that superpower. Words have an effect and they are important to those who are united with the word. The world started with a word and that word should not have less value with time or by man.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

You can have your God, or you can have God.

As we grow and mature, we add that which we want to believe to that which we now believe.  If that which we now believe is false, then if we add untruths that which we know becomes less.

If you were to think of  learning as a pyramid and the more, we learn the higher the top. As we learn the top gets higher, but it gets narrower also. Higher education has limits for several reasons.

One: that which we learn comes from another human and that brings their fantasies and beliefs with it.

Two: Rather we read it or get from the teacher we are still adding to our education with another’s view and fantasies. But reading limits that radiation.

Three: The more time spent on one subject limits time to spend on other subjects.

Four: The more knowledge leads to the belief that our knowledge is superior to a shorter pyramid. You could say the higher the pyramid the thinner the air and we start to hallucinate as to our position in life.

Five: The higher the pyramid the more necessary the truth of our teachings must be. Where do we find the corrections necessary to analyze where we are and where we are going. When on a higher plane the answers get fewer, but the questions get stronger.

Six: Understand that all learning must come from a trustworthy source. The higher the top the sharper the point. The sharper the point the stronger the belief becomes that ours is superior to theirs.

Seven: The only graduation of this learning is our own knowledge and wisdom.

Eight: The only way this pyramid can be true is if the base is put on a firm foundation. If those points of the pyramid are not God, Jesus and Spirit. Whose classroom are we in.

 

A Messenger

Verl K.

 

When one gets to feeling like they are proud can you imagine if you were God and had just completing making the Heaven and Earth? I mean like this had never been done. Nowhere on anywhere had it been accomplished and now who do we brag to? Perhaps now I see why God made man, not to brag to him but someone that could understand and feel what he did.

Just maybe that is where his idea of love came from wanting others to feel the satisfaction of what it is like to complete something. The satisfaction I feel when I do just a little tad bit of what he talked about I get that enter satisfaction that can not be made up.

When one sets down at night and allows the mind to wonder back over what had happened this day. What does others think about? I think of things that made me smile. I think of things I was proud of. I think of things that made me warm inside.

Is there anything on this earth we that live here knows about life that we could make light (lite) of what God did and feel a necessity in topping that one? Hey, guy! I just made the heaven and earth what did you do today?

I mean like Moses would have to set back and think that one through. Just maybe God should have had instructions letting us know we are a fabrication and what we do is only because the fabricator made it work. Even then I would bet nickel against a roster egg that you would lose when you bet. There are those that do not believe anything that is related to spiritual. Just maybe they think a seagull flew by and dropped an turd on a rock and the sun cracked it open after cooking that become earth.

To me a shallow mind has already washed up on shore and the sun is working on it now. Then again he may be he is reading this and thinking the same thing about me. Well, I am not going to brag about writing it are you going to brag about reading it? Check Mate.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Again, I find myself at the keyboard wanting to tell the heavens of the thoughts and workings going on in my world.

I am spending a lot of time on a book I wrote years ago called “Check Mate”. I wrote this book kind of like a person would write in a diary just to keep track of things. I had no intention of putting it out where others could read it.

I had over thirty maybe closer to forty times in my life, where I walked right up to deaths door and walked away. It happened so many times I began to want to write it down and just count the times it had happened.

Why would a guy go to the trouble of writing a book and not publishing it? Well first and foremost I know that I am just one guy in this world and only friends would care to read and then only a few of those.  Had a neighbor come by my apartment here and we were talking and I told him about having a pilot license and he said show it to me, I do not believe you have one. That was the first time in seventy-five years I was questioned on my word. When I was a young boy coming home from school one day I found a wallet layng in the road. It was a brand-new wallet and when I opened it up it had five dollars in it and nothing else. I took it home and showed my dad and he did not believe me he thought I had taken other stuff out of the wallet that would identify the owner just so I could keep the money. That was over seventy years ago and I never forgot it. I live my life in such a way that my word is never questioned. I have a saying that if I tell you a roaster can pull a freight train just hitch it up. I was once in an argument and I made the statement “Why would I lie?”. Bitch (Rich Lucas) a good friend felt that was funny and found that statement to sound hollow but to me why should I lie had value and should be taken as to thinking about the truth of it.

Going back while writing this book I find that I may have told the same thing in it before so I have to go back and check and make sure I have not told the same story before.

Can not speak for others but my own thoughts are when you have faced death this close and walked away things inside your head begin to change as to believes and rather what happened was chance (I laugh at that now) or Spiritual. So, in writing the book I have been telling that which I believe about God and the hereafter. I find I have written a lot about my feelings and maybe so much that I should put the book away as I have always felt and forget trying to tell the story. I tell of flying an airplane and when I get out of the plane I have a hole in the wing where someone shot a bullet and it passed through the wing. That bullet could have came into me or one of my daughters and killed one of us very easy.

When writing about that one-time causes me to speak about God now when you multiply that out I am spending much time in the book telling what I feel and not what happened. Going back checking for the times I told that story I finally decided I should write that which actually happened in red put that which I thought about it in Green then there are story’s that are true and humorous but not life threating that I would want to keep so I put those in Orange.

Now as I write this I have read in my own words in that book that I do not expect this to be published and so it matters not what I say. Perhaps that is good advice but it that were to be good advice why am I writing this to be put into a web page and who knows who reads that?

While in Nevada I sold a copy of Great Eagle book one for a dollar and Great Eagle book two for a dollar so I can say I have sold books I have written. Other than that, I have made nothing of off my writing so if they have no value why do I write them.  I get up every day and don’t make money so should I go jump into the sea and drown? I write because I love to write. I love people and I can truly enjoy friendship and the warmth I feel when I meet a friend and say hello.

As I leave my apartment and go outside I pass a desk where the security is and they speak Spanish and each day the humor is so much I have trouble leaving them I could stay and laugh at the situation and enjoy it so much others would think me crazy. That is humor all by itself of course I am crazy what is new. Ony thing that my readers know for sure is what I say is not rehearsed or read off of a milk carton. What I say is what I am thinking and when they read more than one day I smile and enjoy thinking about that. So, with all this blabbering I may set out on the patio and just watch the sea. You may or not read about the near death of this nut.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

R. U. = ARE YOU

 

 

I dislike habits that resist my doing something

Verl K. 

R. U.   A  HABIT !!!!!!

If one would care to enjoy, please watch for one of those special days when the sun is shining, the wind is blowing, and there are big, beautiful clouds. Find somewhere to set and be comfortable now, lean back and watch those clouds move by. As you are watching in your mind now with full concentration just imagine those clouds are your life going past. NO don’t laugh and leave stay here one minute. Now not you readers but those that are watching the time go by. As fast as life is passing before your very eyes understand that you have been handed visually for the human understanding how short your life really is. But while we are looking at how fast life passes now ask yourself, did I account and do that which I intended to do up till now.  No, don’t read for a minute, this page should not dissolve. Not that it should have any influence on you, I would add that it is doubtful it was to talk on the phone.

Each of us has a past that we do today that we had learned to do yesterday. As written before we each are habits of past performances. What you learned, growing up influences what you do today and what we do today will influence what we do tomorrow. Going way out there lets say you grew up as a man eater I mean flesh. An enemy would look to you as future food. Yes, you would be in his mind the same as you today see a cow.

Lets pick that guy up and bring him to Hollywood California today. His getting hungry, what does he do? If he does as his past has taught him, he will not live long on the streets of Hollywood I promise you that. Now we are still looking at those clouds and thinking what we could do now to change what we want tomorrow. OH! do we know what we want? Better hope this does not dissolve because we have  a lot more thinking to do. What do we want to do in the future? That could take years to figure out but we watch those clouds and know we do not have forever to make up our mind. After solving that we decide we want a change in our lives. Thinking back (past performance) we try to remember where we read about this or who do we know (past performances) that could give us this information.

I think my point of view has arrived but as we look at those clouds we can get up and go do chores or we can change to what we want and while in deep thoughts we see how fast life is passing. As fast as this knowledge came to you (how long you been reading this article?).

But know this and the very reason for  todays blog is to show and point out a very important part of life. Make a decision for  yourself that the word GOD does not influence your visions for tomorrow. Wipe clean any knowledge, up to today from any source and say as everything else in this world I will read from a light.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Years ago, I got the bright idea that I could build a machine that could wash dirt. Yes, that right I was an environmental contractor removing and installing underground fuel tanks. While removing the fuel systems I would encounter spilled gasoline, diesel, creosote, heavy greases and many other forms of petroleum products. At the time I was working in the Bay Area of California, U.S.A.

I worked for and in many cities, San Francisco, Oakland, Monterey, Redwood City, well I could go on and on because I was like stink, I covered the Northern California Area like fog I was everywhere. I could tell many stories but today I want to tell of the humongous idea I had that if you can wash grease out of a pair of pants you can wash it out of dirt. I remember one truck load of dirt I loaded on to an end dump (large trailer) and took to Kettle man City in California. Down on Hwy 5 and not counting the loading trucking or any overhead the cost of the one load was over three thousand dollars. I could be wrong it has been over 35 years sense then, but the cost was so high that I was amazed. Like I said, 35 years ago that was a lot of money then today that could be over ten thousand dollars just guessing.

Deciding that if the landfill can charge this much money for one load how much could I earn if I were to build a machine that would wash the dirt. I started a Corporation Called “Soil Cleaning Corporation of America”, SCCA was what customer would be told. I invested over one million dollars in building this machine. The idea I came up with was to drop the dirt into a large pipe laying on its side at such an angle that the oil would come to the surface as it always does when placed in water. So, laying this 24-inch pipe on its side and installing a auger which would turn the dirt and allow the water to wash the dirt. I had put a funnel on the bottom, and it was high enough that the water would come up into it but not escape. On the drawing board I knew that one barrel or pipe would not be enough, so I put two more now I had three 24-inch pipes laying on their side but at about a 38-degree angle. I cut a hole and tied the three pipes together below the water line so that when the dirt was washed it would fall into the next pipe and get another washing.

The Health Department of California sent a man by the name of Snorkel to investigate what I was doing, and he did major testing of input of soil samples and output of soil samples. Caterpillar in San Leandro had a pile of contaminated soil in their yard and I was allowed to test washing this soil. While doing this the General Manager Caterpillar Tractor ask Mr. Snorkel what allowed Verl to wash this  soil when the state of California refused him from touching the soil because of contaminations. The response is engrained in my mind. Snorkel held out his hand like he had a stick in it and said and I repeat; “Snorkel, Snorkel you are no longer contaminated.” The manager said do that for me and I will truck it off and get rid of it. Snorkel said if Verl can wash this soil the State of California and many other places will benefit from it so with my powers I allow him to demonstrate what the State of California believes he can do.

Cutting to the facts I ended up in the head office of the U.S. EPA in Eddison New Jersey meeting with the top brass and we talked about all this for almost a week. While I was there a very large spill in Alaska happened and shell oil had a major spill. While standing at a punch bowl one night two of the guys I was working with joined me while dipping into the big punch bowl. One said to the other that we should make them pay for that. The other fellow said yes lets do that and one guy turned and walked away the other reached for a cup of punch and I said do you think you can do that. The other fellow said you just watched us do that watch the news tomorrow. That meeting at the punch bowl cost Shell Oil Company millions of dollars and I found how the EPA did things.

I could not market my services or get SCCA into a marketing market because I was VCI of California (Verl’s Construction Corporation of California). Had I been a larger company it would have worked but no one wanted to do business of this amount of money with a unknown company. I was not large enough to have the credibility of what was necessary. I learned a lesson in life doing that, the big boys play ball hard and the little fish go on down steam.

Why do I tell this? Because as I write my stories, I make my books I know that those that went to the prestigious schools have the backing of the right people know the difference between a noun and a verb will eat those like me up. What keeps me in the game? God and only my belief that the love I feel in my heart for him is what keeps the heat in my chest alive. If there is no God, then the heat I feel the love that I know the friends that support me will not matter will they.

I write what I feel I put to words what crosses my mind I live to love and I love to live so as long as I can feel that heat in my chest, I will continue telling that which crosses into my fingers and to the world.

A Messenger,

Verl K.