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AI for Allan — Part One

Allan dove into the garage and parked the car noticing the garage door opened and he could not remember hitting the garage door opener. As he opened the car door to get out the garage light came on and the overhead fan began to turn. Martha must have had someone come in and add all this stuff I never had this kind of service before. As he put his foot onto the floor to step out of the car his house slippers were suddenly alongside of his foot. This is really giving the old man a warm reception if I have to say so myself.

Continued → The Day Reality Went Missing

A Messenger, 

Verl K.  

Little Johnny didn’t know why but every time he got to be really good friends with anyone, they would figure out how to beat him and then he did not want their friendship any longer. He had a really big part of his life that was very important to him, and he thought was hidden to others the fact he could not stand to lose. He hated with a passion any who would beat him in anything. It was just bread into his very being. Man, woman or child he used to think matters not to me they win their out. If you want to stay with me and be my friend, you must lose all the time he said ever sense grade school to himself every night.  

         He could remember the first date with Rose Spieth, she wanted to him to be husband and wife when they got older, but Johnny was shy, he could not even speak about it with her. That is not what caused the breakup with Rose, though I can remember the night on the river, the moonlight was bright.  A tin can was floating in the moon light that night. I picked up a pepple and threw at the can. Rose laughed and said, “is that the best you can do?” She picked up a rock, and she done hit that can. And if that were not bad enough, she would not stop laughing at me. Well, she went down the road like a sixty-foot arrow.  

         I’ve had many lady friends for sure in fact, but the problem is every time they get close enough that I  really love them, they up and beat me. I mean really how a guy would face his mother-in-law if she knew her daughter could beat him at anything. I don’t think I could take that much pressure before I would crack, he thought.  

         Then as he gets a little bit older the girls start to push out the chest they think makes a difference to me. I would not even let them hold Spot I got so mad. Not me they have another thought coming if they think I would allow one of those rose-colored chicks to pull me into the bushes. I may be shy, but I am no fool I know what they want and I’m not kisses none so help me. Then here comes Rita Street. She gets friendly and wants me to sneak into the show house with her and set in the back row so we can neck. There is another lady not going to get to hold Spot. Thank God for that dog he has keep me from being smothered with kisses many a time. When he saw Brenda checking to make sure, she had better grades than I did he knew she was about to leave. 

         Now he reaches high school and right out the gate here comes Patty Keller she smiles and works right up to his shoulder before he can get away, she challenges him to a game of checkers. Damn right, she beat me and she would not stop hitting my arm or laughing at me, so she’s gone to.  

 First day in high school and the girls are acting kind of strange he thinks. If Frances, ask me one more time to kiss I will scream. No wonder she is named Fox it matches she’s a sly old thing. Yes Terry, I was thinking the same thing. Makes you wonder where we are going with this for sure.  

         Well now here we are in high school and the silly things keep wanting to get married and have babies. They passed kissing and hugging they want family and all. Well, I am not giving an inch. They tried in grade school and every year sense. Well,  that thinking is out for sure I am not about to get pulled into the church balcony and sing I am much smarter than that.  

         Good thing I quit collage for sure Patsy Hilton had eyes for sure she wanted me from grade school till now and keeps trying but I am not interested in that kind of stuff. Maybe what I should do is go down to the Yacht Club in Quartzsite Nevada, one of the biggest sand areas in Arizona, and they have a Yacht Club, and I will talk Sturt into buying me a drink. Then I will ask about the girls all wanting marriage. Now that I think about it Lee Taylor will know.  Ya, that’s the way to solve this I will go talk to the guys tonight and hear their side.  

         Well hello Johnny be slow you still got that ugly dog Spot.  Steve, why would you call my dog Spot ugly? Maybe it’s because of the fact that one eye is brown and the other is black. One ear is white and the other is black. The dogs yellow and black dots have something to do with it. You always did have good eyes Steve. Hey Tipton, is Johnny joshing you again? Not yet but I’m a fixen to. You been eating to many grits Steve better go back to small frogs.  

         Guys I have to tell you we’ve been friends a long time now and I know you all know me pretty much and I need you to tell me truthfully now should a guy be interested in a woman that can outshoot him or out climb him anything at all can a guy find happiness with a woman who just never loses? Scott jumped up and said if any one of you is dumb enough to tell a woman she does anything less than perfect, he had better call my secretary and set an appointment to lay on my couch. Ya David Harmer said my wife ask if the dress looked good one time and I told her the truth. Took two months of honey dos and chocolates to get passed that one he said.  

         What is going on Johnny that you have so many questions and this kind. Hey Carl, you think Johnny might have just got a true look at life. Well look here guys I work night and day to make a living and now I have enough dollars to take a few days off I would like to take a gal with me. Well now Johnny its time we sat down, and I tell you a few things that have never in all your life entered your thoughts. 

Johnny, throughout these years, you have not convinced the girls of anything; they knew the truth all along. The only person you repeatedly attempted to persuade was yourself.  You have convinced your self that you can not loose to a woman and now find you will either loose to her or never admit you beat her, but it matters not because you have loaded yourself down with so much garbage you will spend months trying to overcome the life you have lived. So, what do I do guys here I am at thirty wanting to mate and scared to death she will beat me at something.  

         Johnny, it has been said that the temperature gauge is one gauge that measures one thing. The temperature and when you want it hot you push up the temperature and when you want it cold you push the same gauge and make it go down. What has that got to do with anything Robert? Well Johnny, nothings different in several ways with your situation. The mind is like the temperature gauge you just have to push it the way you want it. What I am telling you Johnny is to make it different you just think about the gauge and what you want it to do. Take this kissing and hugging thing that is so big to you and just think of it as a gauge and move the dial more to the Loven side and try to think about that as a gauge. One thing you must understand Johnny is there is no one on earth that can beat everybody at everything every time. Not possible not going to happen so what you need to do is start by cleansing out some of the garbage you loaded on and start fresh.  

         Robert, I need a little help here, I am not capable of following a new trail without some kind of guide. That is the easiest thing on earth, my friend you have a built in Guide and all you have to do is ask and the it is there. Life is crazy that way Johnny we built walls to keep others out and we find they keep us in. The best part of the party is not the noise it is the thoughts of what the party is going to be. A birthday party is never the same excitement as what we imagine it will be. You built up this immunity to women and now you want one. The devil makes you not be happy and gay and God work at you in a different way. He makes you want what you need and the devil he wants you to want what you do not need.  

         A person reads for several reasons one is to learn and one is for enjoyment. I truly hope this story gives both. The only rules I follow are there are no rules that cannot or should not be broken. Other authors say the names in this story are fiction and any connections to the actual is accidental. Hey, I may not know a verb from a noun, and I certainly don’t remember any rules about what I can say. So let me tell you about the names in this story or real and at the time I said they were my friends. I notice at the time when they see I have used their names to further my cause. What cause? Cause I don’t know any better, no one instructed me on how to write. I have no one to turn to and say it is her or his fault. I live trying to avoid a lie, but I get a release when writing a story. I can make Angles sing and dogs bark I have towers of power and a lifetime to spend. Where it goes and where it will end has no effect on where we are now. Cutting to the heart I will say you are now in Verl’s World we don’t have rules we don’t have dates. We are here for a few minutes together and if we have both gained a release of some kind then this here writer is happy as can be.  

A Messenger, 

Verl K.

If God had wanted me to fly he would have gave me wings.

If God had wanted me to swim he would have gave me gills.

With that I say thank you for the opportunity of sharing my thoughts my sorrow’s my happiness’s with you. Not having the talent, I still get er done. I wrote the other day that even though there is a mighty eagle there is still a place for the hummingbird. I am not as pretty as the hummingbird but I keep right on hovering close as I can to the clover.

My aspirations are limited for sure I truly enjoy serving as I feel I am ask to do. Nothing has changed in one respect I am still lazy and need pulled at times to write. I say again I do not choose to write what I was i was chosen to. I like many before me say but Got there is that one and that one with much more ability. When he puts his hand on your shoulder and points nothing on earth or in this universe could have a stronger movement created than that extended arm. So comfortable in bed or in a chair but no get out that and tell em. I promise this is exactly how this site started and is still following that crutch. I would explain that better if I knew better. I work with what I got when it all started. I was allowed to make changes and add notes in the corners of the page but as a general rule I feel I am a flea on an Elephant. I sometimes look back and say I don’t remember saying that. No wonder maybe I didn’t.

As the new year rolls around, I do want to thank first God for giving me the opportunity to write and the will should not be taken lightly either. But those friends and those friends of friends I say thank you for allowing me to be me and write as I will. And still read I must add.

This is the oldest site on the web to my knowledge. I may not have been the first I may not have even been second. But it matters not in this world today because what I say I may not have even said I may not have even been involved with AI. I could be a string in a forest of alfalfa and you would not know it.

Is AI good for us? I say this to you a lie is a lie is a lie and I do not have to lie to prove it. If it is a fake it is a lie. If you know not rather I am real where does this thing end? Who makes up and who tells you these things? Who do you believe and who do you doubt. Once we are in the fog it will be to late to look around and take stock of where we are because we will be lost to it. Artist are loosing value. Teachers are losing students; mothers are losing children. Men are loosing jobs to something unreal. It’s too late for caution the animal is out the destruction can be untold but obviously will show.

I just as well throw into the sea a bottle with a note inside to throw out this knowledge. I am still going to give voice to that which I see and not feel sorry for the way I am. That not what I said AI told you that. What I said was a lot funnier.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

1. For those not knowing AI is artificial intelligence. In algebra they would say to negatives make a positive. In life I say BULL.

I live in a world of wonder. I wonder how long I will be allowed to stay and enjoy the fruits of happiness. Lord please don’t take me yet even if I am to go to Heaven I don’t think I could take the let down it would be. I think of Scott who could have the best of the best but is trapped in a mind of disbelief. Isabell says last night before going to dinner what is my name? I say Isabell no she says I am Sa Bren Ah. Damn could have fooled me you look just like Isabell. Spanish has its own value like the word “terrible’s meaning is the same as our but in Spanish it is said Teh-re-blay.  She celebrated her 18^th birthday yesterday and I said you name the place and I pay the bill. Who would suspect an eighteen-year-old girl would know of a place more expensive than any in Hollywood. A bottle of Champane was 960,000 pesos. Ol lord what have I gotten myself into? I tell you I am living a life of wonders.

I set at a table the words I hear are from outer space then things I see are from Heaven the women I sat with are so beautiful all should stare but the room is full of these heavenly creatures. Good Lord it is good I was not sent here as a young stud I would have never survived. Isabell is so appreciative that she thanks me for the wine the dinner and for allowing her friend to come many times.

Going out the door, I send a picture to others of Fanny and me. I send it then remember I had not put the picture on the email. No one knows what I say I am speaking English to two women who are in a hurry to go and even though I have waited two hours for them to get ready when they are ready I am to rush to their sides. You think maybe I live in a world of wonders. I wonder when I will catch on. I wonder if life can get better. I wonder how many more friends I shall meet who are as attentive and loving as those I have now. Those reading of you that have sent by several different ways your love and words have not gone wasted. I wrote an article which I wonder if it will be read but it was called a Miracal and it was so exciting to write that it gave me a new lift. I have decided that when I write I am going to use names of people real people those of you that have been my friends for life will find your names in my articles. Worry about being sued? LOL at 83 how many of you would spend money paying a lawyer and wonder if I would live to pay the bill and wonder if I had enough money anyway. Now consider I am in South America who will serve the papers? Hang them in the rest room I will get to them eventually. I am going to use names and places from the past and be damn of the consequence.

I wonder who or if anyone reads this but I have came to the point in life I don’t care if the cow needs Milken or not I don’t care if the dishes are done and think I have made my last bed. If you don’t like looking at an unmade bed stay out of my bedroom. It was mentioned that I should have a t.v. in my bedroom which I don’t have and I told them anyone coming into my bedroom to watch television is moving out. Makes one wonder don’t it. Until I am called home or run out of money I will do that which I can do when the feeling arrives and when it leaves or taken away then I do that which I can until then read or burn my messages but know that even if you burn them I will still send up smoke signals. You just cant get rid of me that easily. Love each and every one of you.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Messenger,

Verl K.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Messenger, 

Verl K. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Messenger,

Verl K.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Messenger,

Verl K.