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A hermit just happened to find a friend at a campfire and as he walks up he asks, “John, do you care if I join you this morning?” John gets up walks out into the woods and gets an arm full of limbs and chunks of wood and brings them back and puts them on the fire. All this time no words are exchanged between the two men. As John dropped the wood into the fire he says, “Good morning to you Alfred”.  With this he sets down l and again takes a sip of coffee.  Finally looking up at Alfred and says you can join the fire if you can add wood on occasion, and you can have some coffee if you add to the pot.

Why do I tell this? Because it is our world what we read what we hear stays with us forever. The men in the story each lived by his own way. By that I say we each have things happening every second every day and we never think about them for the same reason John did not answer when spoken to. He lived his life slowly and as he wanted to. Obviously we live this way and not even think about it.

Right here in my own house I have enjoyment with that very fact. I have shown you the wall Plack I have pinned in the center of the kitchen a sign says if it is where it is let it stay where you found it. Please don’t change. Rare is the moment it is not being read while the hand is trying to adjust the picture.  The very next thing when they see they can not move it is to look for something they can. No not in their open mind but they will invariably turn to the counter and start to adjust everything that is laying out of their way it should be. People do this and never think about it.

We are so many creatures of habit that it has no voice in any crowd. Climb into a car and if you do not try to adjust something, move something or try to adjust something I will eat a chunk of raw liver.  I move thousands of miles living behind friends and family might have an opening in a thoughtful man. He must like to be alone.  When ask what birthday parties I had remembered I had to stop and think. None I can remember fondly so thinking that over told me the reason I do that is to not remember that day. If I moved this far could the fact I enjoy just letting things be. Looking back, I can remember many mobile trailers I owned in my time must be the wheels and the fact I could get out of here attitude has created what I be.

Those that live in one place can give thousands of reasons why they are there. The neighbor next door spends all his waking moments wishing he could move somewhere else. If we cant move it and finally figure it out we do as the neighbor does and pace and freight over it. The only way you can change anything is first make it aware in your mind. Next do you want it changed. What I point out is obvious when brought to the mind. We are all use to it our way and those that do not get our input rather they want it or not. Because we will adjust it our way unconscious to our own thoughts while we do it.

My mind is a useful thing and I exercise it daily just to trying to get it use to doing something.  Don’t you wish you could adjust those flaws?

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Now the birthday has come and gone I now have to take the fact that now I am older I should be wiser and cleverer. At 83 I have decided that I should try to refrain from some of the things that young people do but when you get older you should know better. I have an advantage here if I promise to do something that just can’t be then I get another shot at corrections at New Years Eve. I like most pledge to do that what should be and aut to be but I was drunk at the time so it doesn’t count.

So, this year no more inviting three women for an all-night party. I am going to cut that to two hours they usually give out by then anyway.

Next I am going to cut down on the amount of coffee I am drinking 2 – 12 cup coffee pots a day is pretty heavy. They say that ages you but I have lived twenty years longer so far than the ones that say said.

Again, my mind is mostly female it does as it wants to and disregards my thoughts. The other book I am writing Check Mate brings to light things in the future like eventually they will find coffee is good for you. But in writing that book I am telling the story about me. It is not my life but things that happened in my life so keeping with that thought I am the writer, first person in the story and I am the author. In this book I step in as author and add information when I change to author from Dan (story is his travels) when I change to author  that is laughter in writing ones own story.

Ya I am telling a story and then I tell what it means as author. How do I keep this stuff separate and run back and forth you ask. Its easy when one is not limited by other teachings. Not knowing a noun from a verb or what color a preposition is you cant put it into a box you just let it be what it is and go on. Sometimes in life doing nothing saves months of hard work.

Now back to the coffee just a second here you know that if I could get two cents a word from the Universe I could have enough money to buy dinner by ten o’clock in the morning. Yes mother I will get back to that, some things in life are explainable and some are like I mentioned doing nothing. If I have worded this right you are now approaching what 83 feels like now, you are supposed to know but can’t remember anything about the coffee or rather Dan exists or not and where did you read this?

Well, I think I will go have a cup of coffee and see if I can remember what else I am not supposed to do. Damn perfection has limitations. I end by telling you that the light in ones own personal tunnel is not limited.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

As I read the blogs that I had written I smile and laugh at the thought of those with higher education they see when the name is wrong they see the name changed and the errors in the story. Those of us with a solid foundation understand that when you read what someone else says it does not make it your mistake. No, the mistake is judging those writings to their educational level or skill. Sometimes when greatness is attempted the distance down to others is less than the height to wisdom above.

I have on my wall an example of this very thing. If you look at picture it is not level with the wall it is on an angle for a reason. People will read that sign telling you not to change anything and at the same moment they are trying to adjust the frame. I have a bathroom scale that every worker that came past it reached down and adjusted it to how they wanted it. When I read an article I wrote I think of those who like what they read but would really like to correct it.

I laugh at such actions because it is humor beyond the realm of habits. I get into a story and I tell it as fast as I can put the thing down. Had I have the education of writing or the proper use of any language I would be reading and you would be writing. If you know what he wants does it really matter more than that? He conveys a thought and you received it do we need cake frosting when we already know? Yes I could put the pillow up that would make the bed completely. I can pick up the towel that is hanging and about to fall. I thought I did good showering I say let the towels drop where they fall. If I spent the energy to repair my writing I would be as those who put the pillow back or straighten the picture on the wall I would be writing what I want not what I want to pass through me.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Christmas story should please the soul at this time of year. How about we have a natural in life’s journey. Lets have a little boy and a dog is there anything better to wish on us than that of natural destruction and lovable blunders.  

At Christmas time we have many things going at the same time. Planning, doing and trying to forget. Makes one happy just to read a small story just because I want to write it and you need to read something light and happy.  

As our small boy settles down at the edge of the pond he watches others. Not a big pond just a few eyeballs wide and twice that long. Rusty come here. Good boy glad you know your name it helps when you come to me. Walking up Big John looks down and says well Merry Christmas Tommy. I see Rusty is still teaching you how to behave.  

Yes Big John just this morning she got into Mrs. Smiths purse and he came out with something that had Mrs. Smith running around chasing Rusty down the hallway through the kitchen into the garage and around all the stuff pilled up waiting for you to put away. What do you think Rusty had found that had Mr. Smith so excited and willing to run. At her age she must have been a sight to see. How old is she? She must be at least 30 John. I would bet a little older but that has got to be close. But what did he have? Was it big? How big was it Billy? What did she say? Did she say anything? Yes John she said you little and I would not repeat what she called Rusty she really forgot his name she got so mad and excited she said when she caught him she was going to cut off his tail. Do you really think she would do that Big John? Oh, I doubt that she was just mad and wanted back whatever he had and I would really like to know what that was. 

You know John this is Christmas and everyone has a little something hid away they don’t want outers to see. Why I remember when I was a kid we hid things everywhere possible. Every time I give you a chance to dream John you jump on it like a hawk on a snake. You have more stories about your childhood than if you were a child for fifty years. Yes, Billy I told my dad that if I were to move out of his house I should have something to hold me over and social security would do. 

Back on track Billy do you have any idea what it was Rusty had she wanted so badly. But it was powerful strong to pull her like that John. Say as she ran down the street she crossed the street down at the corner by Stew’s Automotive. Let’s go talk with Stew and see if he got an eyeball on what it was. Merry Christmas Stew. Yes, same to both of you. What brings you to my little shop at Christmas. Were you bringing gifts? You can stack them over there if you are if not then set down and have an apple cyder with me. Is the cyder fermented Stew? Hey I can market that Stew. How’s that? Big sign “Cyder Fermented Stew.”  It’s a natural people come to get stewed. To some, that is a bowl of stew to others that is a fermented cyder to drink. Don’t ask him about laid it would ruin Christmas John.  

Stew the reason we are here is to ask you if you had gotten a look at what Rusty had said that Mrs. Smith was running after him so. Stew broke out in laughter and got to giggling and laughing till we could not get a word from him.  After ten minutes John finally got Stew to say that yes he knew exactly what it was and again started the laughter and this time in went on much longer. What could that dog possibly take that could be carried in a purse and cause such laughter he said aloud to just here his voice is what I thought.  

Billy Big John asks where else did this dog run to? Well after he crossed the street at Stew’s then he we passed Naylors and past Randel’s Rags and riches then he crossed the street again and came right back here Billy. So, he passed a lot of stores that you didn’t mention. Oh,  

he went right down that street like a fox on a hunt. He didn’t even stop to sniff or anything he just stuck his nose in the air and dragging that bag he just keep on running. Well, we have to go check all of them and then maybe we will know.  

Now just a moment why do you want to know what was in Mr. Smith’s purse that would make her chase a dog to get it. Why do we want to know what is to Mrs. Smith so personable that she chased the dog to get it. If it’s that personal I do not want to know and if you think about it you will agree with me.  

All that is true and I agree but I still want to know what Billy said and John agreed with him. Billy said that he knew Rusty and if he went into a purse as I know he did there was only a few things that would cause that. It’s only natural she had to have something eatable with a smell so Rust smelled it. Yes now we are getting somewhere. Is there anything else that would cause Rusty to do that Billy? Yes but they can’t put that in a hand purse. What do you mean Billy? Looking up, Bill smiled and said, “I’m eleven. How old are you?” 

So now we either go on down the street or turn around and go home and for get this whole thing. Common Big Jim we will continue and with that Stew stood up and said a real stew has lots of ingredients so I think I will join you so they went over to Bobs and ask him if he had saw Rusty run past with Mrs. Smith following trying to catch it. With that Bob bends over in laughter and stars to the hawed and carrying on like a pack of rats found a few meal. His laughter brought the roof down he had a very deep and profound laughter. Even John started to laugh and pretty soon all were slapping each other and pounding another backs it got so the hole place was in laugher and it took a good five minutes to get them to calm down. Bob this is getting ridiculous we ask Stew and got the same response and with that Bob went into another of those breathtaking moments I thought he had lost his mental thoughts. Well tell me what you saw that day. Bob could hardly stop laughing long enough to tell us he would ruin Mrs. Smith Christmas if he were to tell he refused to say anymore.  

 

This has turned into a real drag Stew I just started a simple question and now have half the town trying to find why a dog got into a purse. One more place then I will consider to Mrs. Smith secrecies’. Ok who’s shop or store is next let’s try Turners that should turn the tell. Walking up to Steve Turner Big John says Merry Christmas Steve yes the same to you Big John what are you doing running for reelection half the town following you. No, we have a very simple question Steve did you see Rusty run by here with Mrs. Smith chasing it? As before Steve broke into laughter and was laughing so he could not keep in his chair.  

When he finally got calmed down John says we have stopped at Stews, Bobs, and now Steve’s, and we still don’t know what the secrete was that was in Mrs. Smiths purse that caused Rusty to do that he was never a dog that got into trouble. Well folks I am going to make the day for you. I know what was in that purse that everyone wants to know about. Ya Smart Alec. 

What was it? He couldn’t help it he had to laugh a little before he could admit to a small slice of steak with a handwritten invite to the town Christmas Party tonight and she knew that the only way to get everyone’s attention is to get the interest up and feed them curiosity. You do know that Mrs. Smith is the Mayor and the rest you have ask are all counsel men so I can assure you that this is a handwritten subpoena to attend our Christmas Party she campaigned on the fact she would double our Christmas Party attendance. And this looks to me like most of the town and no way to avoid it because it is all done legal and like.  

 

A Messenger, 

Verl K.

What is happiness to you? What excites you? In this many days of your life have you found something that you look forward to? A poor man looks to riches and a rich man looks for more. Do you know what the riches are you look for?

At what point in all of life’s mysteries do you the reader know when you have reached the pinnacle of your happiness? Do you know what it is so you can know when your are there?

A small boy walks into a pet store one day and the lady ask him what he would like. He said a “Puppy”. Do you have any money she asks? “No” he said. Well, she said how can you satisfy that with no money. You own this store he asks? “Yes” she replied. Then do you own this store for money or for the ones you save? She said she does it for the ones that she can help and that are needy.

Well lady there is a small puppy in here that needs a little boy and I am here to help both of you.

Now again I ask what makes you happy? Owning the pet shop? Having that many (pets) depend on you for support? Does happiness mean having enough to say no to the little boy? Sometimes life’s pleasures are fulfilling someone else’s dream. I pray to God that this is your button to happiness.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Sometimes you have to face defeat in order to learn. I have written several times of my life growing up but this time I would like to emphasize a particular loss.

In the third grade I had been caught outside in the playground ruffing it up is the way I think the teacher described it. She brought us in and to teach us a lesson she brought both of us before the class. When the student that had been fighting with me outside stepped around the teacher I hit him and knocked him out cold.

I saw that and figured I was more than I was but I started boxing in the ring and I fought many of times whenever I could and I eventually got to the point where I was just about to become a professional fighter. My dad gave me some advice that I thank God today I heard and accepted it. But not when he gave it to me it took a little time for that to get through the tangled mess I had thought to be my future. After telling me I was good as a fighter but not good enough to face the very best and with those that were very good those like me would be their sparing partner and in the ring I would eventually find defeat it would be a loosing battle before it could start my dad pointed out.

I later fought for the unlimited weight in AAU boxing in Salt Lake City. I got the stuffing beat out of me but what my whole point of this is I had to face defeat in order to learn. I was not beat I was knocked out of the ring three times the last time I caught the bottom rope of the ring on the way out and it caused me to slam against the supports around the ring adding more bruises to my battered body. Had I won that fight today would be a completely different world. That defeat taught me a lot and I had to loose bad to get it.

When I watch some of those who beat, push and mistreat others I wish sometimes they would find what I found in that last fight. Someone should knock them out of the ring. But know this as we go through life those fights that we loose can have positive results the same as mine did me.

It is wise when one can read and learn but most of us have to be whipped in order to find what is necessary to learn. Know this a loss can be more beneficial than a win if it is meant to be.  My stories hopefully will put light on a subject that may or may not effect you but then there are those out there that has to hear and they will learn because they want to learn. One thing is perfectly clear in my mind you cannot teach anything to someone who believes they have it all or know it all. Sometimes humble has to be forced and the fall from ones mind to the canvas is a long way.

Just know this a loss is only temporary it does not have to be accepted but it most times it must be experienced to do any good.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Exciting and satisfying are only thoughts until they are put to use. I am just about finished with book three of Great Eagle and it is very satisfying to finally be able to think that I have completed another book. My first book was a matter of my wanting to know just how hard is it to write a book. I was reading four or five books a week and that got me started on what was the other side of this. Pedro put together the cover for the book three and Emanuel is going to add a few pictures to this book with which should make it more exciting. That will slow down the putting it onto the site but I don’t even know if anyone is reading it anyway.

Have had fun with book three and it bought in Big Foot and then we learn they were in communications with those from outer space. So, this book tells about Big Foot but what they learned and know about outer space travel is touched in book three but book four should be exciting because it goes into the future and involves the future and space travel and those that fly them.

In the meantime, those friends that wonder what I am doing let me explain so you can find why I love it here. The ocean is right out my window and I set on the balcony and drink my morning coffee and watch the waves and feel the depth of emotion that the vast space allows. I think of gathering information comes directly to my enter thoughts not as reading a book does that would be seeing something and relating to it from history past. Otherwise, I am saying when you read you use what knowledge you had from before to decipher what you are reading. Now let me try again when I watch the vast world and all that empty space I accept wisdom directly into the cavity of my skull not through the eyes not through the ears not through the smell of the sea but the waves of the wisdom are as the waves of the sea they come into knowledge not as a pre-anything. The knowledge could almost be considered radiated into our heads. I will leave that one alone for now but I have no doubt brought light into a dark subject.

Let’s see now I have a trip bought and paid for to Puerto Rico and that will be around the middle of December I will be going for four nights and I am excited that I will be able to enjoy something or I should say someplace I have never been. Tomorrow morning, I have booked a trip to five islands here just off the coast of Colombia which is a daylong tour and I have a room for the night tomorrow night on the beach on one of those islands. I am still having problems with the Spanish so this time I have invited a guest to accompany me and she will make sure that what I am charged for is the proper amount and what I spend the same way. Company is always more fun when you are with someone. Think that one over.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Got a birthday coming up and I know I have all my scruples that are possible. I can remember things back before I was born my memory is so good. There’s a small hole in the sock that holds my memory, just like, I can’t remember if I’ll be 38 or 83. See why I said a hole in the sock I can remember I have a birthday coming up but the years slipped through that little bitty hole. If birthdays are so popular how come we don’t get more each year? My mother was so fed up with her having so many of her birthdays a grandchild I think it was Tammy. Mom said I am tired of all these birthdays you can have this one. The kid got all excited and ran to her mother and said Grandma gave me her birthday and now today is my birthday because grandma said so what did you get me for a present? If I am 83 and not 38 would anyone of you like to take my 83 birthday and as if it were yours you try to blow out that many candles. If you accepted this and now you are 83. Yes you accepted it now at 83 what can you do you have never done before? Can you do that at 83? I don’t use a cane but have fiends who need them I will get you the loan of a good one. Don’t worry about all the calories in the cake you can’t have any anyway. Just hope they don’t set the cake on your glasses or you will be blinded.

What’s it like to be 83? I can answer that easily enough. Its like being 23 three times. Anything I could do at 23 I can do now but it takes three times longer and usually takes three try to do it. You just have to learn that things must be small (to lift) and slow.  Sex is especially fun because you now know they want you but they don’t and that helps if you can remember it. Another thing about 83 is you get offered the wheelchair you no longer have to ask for it. Another fun thing is now you can promise to those lady’s anything you want to and if they believe it you can ask how old they are. Getting old is really easy all that is necessary in patients. I know at this age being a patient is easy just smile and they think you heard them. I got tired of saying “what did you say” so now I have a new line “no comprendo”. Gets the same results and less words.

I don’t want a party and I certainly don’t need the cake but is it in Gods grace to give me lady who can jump naked out of a fruit cake? I don’t want the woman but the fruit in the cake is still high on my totem pole.

 

A messenger,

Verl K.

Writing these articles I have to admit is beyond my understanding. If I can make you think beyond your normal standard then I have achieved my goal. Let me introduce another thought for you.

You come home late at night no one is in the room and on the table are two apples. One is bright and shining the other shows signs of decay and it is still edible but will not last much longer before you will not be able to eat it. You want an apple which one do you choose?

Same situation only now there are two bananas and one is fresh and bright yellow and the other is edible but brown and will not be good much longer.

You want one and as you reach you have to decide which you want. Which did you pick? If you took the fresh one and the one that would be the best to eat. I would suggest you go back to reading while those that chose the other should read a little longer.

Why did you pick the one that was not the best? Was it because you felt you did not deserve it? You are in your own house all by yourself and no one on earth knows what you are going to pick or eat. So why did you take seconds and not the best? You looked at those and knew that in a few days one would not be eatable so you to the other. Think about it you are all alone and have a bowl of fruit in front of you and you took seconds.

How many other things do you do this? You knew I was going to ask that but you can see that you put yourself second. What made you decide you should not have the best. Why did you want the other to stay and decay to this point. If you chose without anyone there what would happen if someone would have known. Would you have chosen different? Think about it you can eat the good one the best one and if you come back and want the other later will it be that much worse. What if you never come back then what? Who gets to throw out the bad one. My point is this if you are willing to take seconds at your own home all alone what else are you putting out to the Universe about you. You broadcast every time you think move or act. What you feel about you is sent through wavelengths to the universe and it will give you back what you ask for.

What we think of ourselves is worth thinking about. Do you deserve first or would you like seconds. Next time ask yourself if you are supporting you as much as you want other to support you.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

As with most of my articles I know not what I am going to say nor why I am going to say it but at the moment I feel is as good a time as any to do as I promised when starting this web page. I said stay tuned to learn more about why these words are here.

Living in Nevada USA between Reno and Fernley was a little wide spot in the road that at one time had been the switching station for the railroad. The name Wadsworth was where I was living at the time. I had bought a piece of property that backed up to the Truckee River which is the only outlet of water from Lake Tahoe.

God had blessed me with many friends and I was continually writing to them about one thing or another. Terry Bush a neighbor and friend one day stopped by and showed me how to send to all of them at the same time. I had been sending my articles one at a time and Terry educated me into you can send to as many as you want all at the same time.

So, writing as all ways and now I could tell them all what was on my mind. Like they had to know this it. Only in the mind of a fool does happiness resolve.  I keep writing and would say this is the last one I know you are tired of me but I cant seem to hep it.  Was what I had said. So, Lloyd Byrd another friend and neighbor said one day as long as you are writing this why don’t you call it Verl’s World it is all the things that you say and it is your world.

So that got the name and in the process I would hold back from saying some things and another very good friend and one damn good pie maker too is Debby Bush Terry’s wife she one day said Verl quit worrying about what we think when you write. You just tell it like you want to tell it and let us the readers decided rather we like it or not. So, another input was my brother Gary who I had sent these articles to and I wrote and told him if he did not like to receive them to let me know and I would stop. He said funny thing about my computer it has this little button called DELETE and if I don’t want it I do not have to read. If I do not want it I will hit that button. So that explains part yes but only part.

They tells how not why? In my travels through life, I have had many opportunities of failure and many of actually accomplishing something. I have trained as a boxer and put many hours and time into the ring before large crowds. I have held a private pilot license and flown as a pilot on many of crazy flights. Thing I must say about flying is that is hours and hours and hours of boredom with seconds of master frightening experiences. I once flew over the grand canyon and the airplane in passing over the airplane went 2,000 feet up and sideways it was all I could do to keep it level. My daughter Kim was in the back seat and had undone her set belt and had a hair Bret in her hand and when it was all over she had blood where the teeth of the comb cut into her hand. Immediately we lost the 2,000 feet we gained and the plane came back down in one second. Wham BANG  the wings screamed when they took hold of solid air.

I have hung on cables with a dozer weighting 17 ton while being suspended by two D8’s. Working at 68-degree slopes building ski runs in Park City Utah. I was a contractor in Utah for years and ended up doing fuel tanks and such in the California Bay Area. I held an A (General Engineering), B (General Building), C21 (Demolition) and Haz (hazardous) license for California. I took the tests and personally held those licenses.  I owned Mountain Valley Construction in Heber Utah another corporation. I owned SCCA Soil Cleaning Company of America. Whereby I built a dirt washing machine. I meet with the US EPA in their offices in Eddison N.J. and explained how I had built this machine for a million dollars and they had spent over four million and did not get as good or results.

I have owned Tahoe Electronics in Lake Tahoe where I did T.V. repair I owned Computer Room Mate Finding service in Las Vegas, Nevada. I stop here but there are many more but my reasoning is to show that writing is not part of my history. I have read four to five books a week sense I was in high school and that is what caused me to want to know just how tuff is it to write.

After reading about it, I finally decided to try and see how much work it takes.   And this is where we are today. I write because I have not the will power not to. Not the other way around I get these enter feelings that I should open the window and scream out what is on my mind. Well, those of you that have the delete button have the chance to use it and those that don’t use it can say the same as I do; I just could not hep it.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.