Monday, January 21

Why certain Women kill their husbands

To better understand me, please view the lessons this video provides.

I, Don Wesley, obviously didn’t meet some needs Denise had during the last few years of our marriage. Denise is seven years younger than me. We had a good balance for 40 years. Situations change in life. Denise and I had only a few lessons to learn; we were soul-mates in the early years.
And Denise, didn’t see many needs of mine. I tolerated her behavior without abusing her. She decided to kill me, and this Video provides excellent lessons to explain, the many reasons why.

Like children, some of us are more wild and less in control of choosing good behavior.

Remember, Doctor Lundel predicted she would kill me years ago.

Great lessons were available to teach us what we needed to know to bring back the joy of living together. A few days ago I met a women with two children 13 and 15, who took the lessons given by the Anglican Church. She insisted she would leave in three months, regardless of the lessons. In one month of lessons she changed her mind. They now are happily in love and together. The woman is the Manager of a local Canadian Tire Shopping Center.

She sold me a new coffee maker.

Once they learned what they didn’t know before; they became a healthy family again.

The moral could be stated “Learn how to keep loving one another.”

We all have so many needs to identify.

Vic, old Pal, you did an excellent job of learning the lessons needed.

I can imagine, that Maureen had already learned her lessons early in life. And God gave her to you.

I still have hope for my marriage with Denise. She refused to take the lessons, at the time of separation. We will soon see the final Last Judge very soon, “What will be, will be!”

Love to you and Maureen,


Wednesday, January 9

Some stories never die.

January 9, 2013.

An opening to a Story that just has "re-written itself."
The facts happened in the 1990’s.

This Story is about two children who were very mechanically talented.
His name was Zachary Saull. My name is Donald John Wesley.

God gave him 5 sons and one was named Vincent. God gave me 3 sons.
I first met Vincent, when he had already retired from his work at McGill University; it was at his front door.

My sister had just found this reasonable address, the night before; just maybe we thought.
I needed some information and had knocked on his door to see if he could help me.
It took a few moments before he answered.
“Yes” he said “I am busy, on the phone with my daughter in Calgary.”
He was clearly annoyed.
I was sorry to have interrupted him.
“Just wait” he said.
I replied, “Thank Sir, I’m looking for somebody!

I waited at the closed front door for minutes. It was an old English ivy-covered home.
I was wondering, but undeterred by his abruptness. He was old I thought and maybe cranky too.
He returned and asked “who are you looking for?”
I paused silently and replied with few words as possible; I knew I was about to be emotional.

I withdrew a file folder from my briefcase, not unlike a front door salesman, and opened it to reveal an old enlarged “passport picture.”
His breath choked for a fraction of a second, and then it released the words, “That’s my father!”
My reply exploded as if too deny;  “That’s my father too.”
Words like honey poured from Vincent into a grace filled message “Dad has sent you.”

“Are you mechanical?” he asked, as if to need verification.
I replied instantly and with undeniable confidence “Yes, very!”
“You, he said, look just like Dad.”
We embraced; as true brothers. A new life story never known to me was revealed. There is good and conflict to be seen.
You may find the whole story amazing.
Zachary Saull is my biological father.

He and my Mother Helen Kerr were together for over seven years.