Journal—An ongoing dialog between thiaBasilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Sunday, September 17, 2017 at 7:38 pm.
O the tediousness of every day affairs! Sleep. Awake. Either go to work or do chores or both. Write. Read. Eat. Maybe travel. Maybe visit. And repeat. Until death do us part. Isn’t that smart? Nay! That’s stupidity to the highest mark. Duh!
What about suspense. Anticipation. Hope. Waiting to see our glorification? Waiting to see our manifestation as the sons and daughters of the Almighty Father/Creator of our beings? Waiting for our tears to be wiped away? Behold! The Power Of Love And Wisdom From On High Descending Upon Us All. It Never Fails. It Always Avails!
Me? Such love my life entails! I am blest with the best!
Monday, September 18, 2017 at 1:30 am.
O well, my Father? It’s Monday. I am depressed, but! You promised I was no longer depressed to be. What happened to Your promise to me? But why am I depressed? Good question. No good answer to be found. Nothing is sound. Insanity! Nay! Insanity Abolished! No need for it to be again polished! You promised. Your promise stands. I’m going on. Not depressed. I am blesst.
Fear not, for you shall not be ashamed; neither be confounded and depressed, for you shall not be put to shame. For you shall forget the shame of your youth, and you shall not [seriously] remember the reproach of your widowhood any more.
For your Maker is your Husband–the Master of hosts is His name–and the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer; the Almighty of the whole earth He is called.
So, there! “Poor Basilia” shape up! You are blest not depressed!
Monday, September 18, 2017 at 1:58 pm.
Thanks, my Father. The power of Your love and wisdom permeates my being. There is no longer room for any complains. No more selfish expectations. Therefore, no more disappointments. No more fears. No more doubts. No worries. Anticipation? Hope? Certainty? Like I never dreamed before. What a marvel it is to be a recipient of the power of Your love and wisdom! What more could I ever want for? I’m going on.
Tuesday, September 19, 2017 at 5:14 am.
What’s the next page, my Father? Perhaps I add a page at the beginning. Perhaps I add, “No Need For Your Humble Agreement Anymore. Not At All! Realization? Indeed And! Liberation!?” That post was well received. Another pivotal post for this book could be, “Do You Have A Plan? A Plan For My Books Beyond My Ability To Create? It’s Been On The Making! Little Did I Know It. Duh!-“ That’s another good one to insert next to give the reader an incentive to keep reading. I’ll see what You will show me.
Tuesday, September 19, 2017 at 7:47 am.
I find it neat the way my daily life now develops. I wake up. Like a child awakens without any specific thing in mind, so do I most of the time. Once awaken? I go about with whatever comes my way. No specific plan. No schedule to keep up with. No pressure to do one thing or the other, and yet! All is planned and perfectly arranged for me! Can you imagine that? I think not! For the most? You probably think the worst, I’m just a cop-out! Maybe not. Maybe I pick your curiosity to see what am I rambling about?
Not rambling. I am talking about the pure and simple way life develops for me since? Since I gave up all my shenanigans to help myself. WHAT? Ahmad hits the ceiling. “Basilia, you are old. You do not have a family to take care of. God helps me but I HAVE TO WORK! I HAVE TO HELP MYSELF!”
Man! If I have heard that sentence from Ahmad ten thousand times is mild with the number of times I have heard it from most all human beings of my acquaintance! No surprise there.
Me? Let’s see. What has been my reaction to Ahmad’s objection? In vain trying to explain things to him. In vain giving him an account of how Father takes care of me. In vain. In vain. In vain so far, until! This last incident I posted.
Now, let me back up a little bit. Things dramatically began to change within my being since before Maria’s birthday. It all began with a remarkable change of attitude for me. Something I did not planned. It happened. It began sometime in the month of April, 2017, exactly ten years since my Father dealt with me. Ten years since my Father recalled me into His service.
That is all written in, Love The End Of The Matter. The Power Of Love—the companion book to the present, My Journal—My Story. Enter Into My Journal—Partake Of My Story….and, in the published posts to the present.
But let me briefly explain how my attitude changed. Before last April? I have spent myself and my time in a vain attempt to convince Ahmad to follow in my foot-steps regarding faith and work. No convincing at all. Only hurt feelings. Anger. False accusations. Tears. Arguments.
Since April? Suddenly! I quit all attempts to convince him about anything. Automatically, everything began a turn for the best. The best relationship not only with Ahmad and family but with my children and friends as well.
Thus, my story develops as one reads the details of my daily doings. All details—what I think or not think, what I feel or not feel, what I do or don’t do. How I relate with my Father in the heavens and in my heart. What I eat. What I wear. My strengths and my weakness. My evil and good thoughts. I dare to hope? None of it boring! I dare to hope I have pricked your interest so far.
Next? Several chapters of my original autobiography, closing with more of my present life in the Presence of my Father/Creator.
Tuesday, September 19, 2017 at 12:14 pm.
The run of the mill ‘Bible Study’? Let me make it clear. It is not me that is opposed to such practice, but! There is the Almighty Creator of our beings that does so. My only task is to write and publish and optimize whatever and whenever the Spirit of the Creator within my being quickens me to write and publish and optimize.
Tuesday, September 19, 2017 at 3:12 pm.
Father? Unless You intervene. Unless You show us the way to overcome this money situation, we cannot overcome it. It’s a worry that lurks in our minds no matter how willing we are to wait on You. You never give me any more than what I can take. On top of needing money now my mouse is acting up. I fear something dreadful is causing this problem. Microsoft refused to help me. They want more money than what I pay them.
I downloaded a program to fix it. Don’t know if it’ll get fixed. I am disgusted again! When is not one things going wrong is another. On top of that my friend is in the hospital. You know how I hate hospitals. Our faith is just not there my Father. Help us!
And the worst of all is that I don’t know again what is what in either of the books I am working on. Show me the way. Help! I am afraid my story is not for real. I feel all this talking with You is all in my imagination. There is no materialization of any of Your promises in sight. If anything all is negative. Where did my courage and power and love and strength go all of a sudden, my Father? Help me!
Tuesday, September 19, 2017 at 4:12 pm.
Well, that program did not work. I uninstalled. I did some trouble shooting myself. Now I will restart the computer and see if it works.
Tuesday, September 19, 2017 at 4:45 pm.
Father? It looks like all is well again. Thanks. I know this is what is pleasing unto You. You want me to come to You as if You right here with me. It feels like is not real, but it is. Not material or physical that I can see it or touch it, but! Real. Authentic. You are the only reality in existence. What am I saying? That sounds like crazy talk. But You know it is not crazy talk. Only is not ordinary. So, I think it to be crazy.
Now? What about the books? My inbox gets full with emails about making a living as a writer. About one’s dream life. Make money. Sell. Buy. Success. Health. I look. I click some. I read. Some make sense. Others don’t make sense. The hype goes on just the same.
Me? I no longer pay mind to any of it. I wait on You, but then? Always that lurking fear of when? I know You have it all under control for us. I know the time to fulfill Your promises is coming. In the meantime? Write, publish and optimize. Right now? Fixing me a drink. Then perhaps a nap.
10:13 pm sleep again?
Father? Are we all just looking for what? What makes a story interesting? The thread from the Introduction is good, but! then I drift into a bunch of non-so attractive headlines. Show me what to eliminate and what to replace. Show me the way to present my story in the way You would want it to be presented to captivated Your children’s attention for their benefit not for my glorification. I am sleepy.
Wednesday, September 20, 2017 at 2:25 am.
Thanks for sleep, my Father. Though I do not physically see or touch You, I know You are with me. You see to it that all my needs are taken care of. You pay no mind to my demands for attention because You know how badly I do need that attention. You made us to be loved and to love. Thus, erratic behavior when we do not feel that love and attention.
O yes! Life depends on love. Only the word is corrupted, but! not to worry. You are now restoring us. Behold! The Power Of Love And Wisdom From On High Descending Upon Us All. It Never Fails. It Always Avails!
I will soon be posting in the books several issues not posted here as per Your leading, my Father. In the meantime? I will continue my task by Your power of love and wisdom. Only You can empower me to do so.
Insanity Affect Us All! The Secret to Abolish Insanity? It’s in, My Journal—My Story. Enter Into My Journal—Partake Of My Story….
The Journal of My Life holds the Secret to Abolish Insanity. Read on and on until you find that secret…
His love in my heart for all remains there to stay for eternity, thiaBasilia.