Sacrifice

Sacrifice is the mother of everything.

Without sacrifice, you can’t get what you want in your life.

Your success always demands great sacrifice from you.

Are you ready for that?

Ask yourself.

Then you’ll know how to sacrifice in your life.

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Struggle

Life is all about struggle.

You never live without struggle.

Life begins with a struggle.

Life ends with a struggle.

Struggle is the part of our life.

A mother struggles to give birth to her child.

Every living creature struggles for survival.

Struggle is the rule of life.

If you struggle to get something today,

Tomorrow or in your near future, you’ll receive your grand rewards.

Don’t scare to struggle.

Enjoy your struggle and hug it like your true pal.

Your grand success and victory is always waiting for you.

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HONEST TO GOODNESS I AM NOT A WACKO …. ?

 

Journal—An Ongoing Dialog Between thiaBasilia And Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …

Wednesday, March 28, 2018 at 5:03 am.

Hysterical? Somebody Must Have Pushed My Button….?

O dear, dear Readers, I’m hysterical. Here I am, seriously putting pieces together to give you all the best information of what is happening in my life. Whatever for?

Simple. I Am An Angel—A Messenger, But!

It took my Heavenly Father a long time to show me such amazing fact about myself. All my life people had me to believe I was mentally disturbed.

My mental history it’s a mile long, maybe longer, but! There was not any mental disability at all.

I Am Gifted. Seriously Called To Be A Messenger, But!

That’s the ways of the Father/Creator believe it or not. He let us experience evil, sometimes I think longer than necessary, but! What do I know? Regardless my thinking? Father Yah knows better than me, for sure!

Okay? Why Am Hysterical …?

O well. Maybe I do have problems that I don’t know about it, but! I am a busy one learning how to handle SiteOrigin PageBuilder.

I am guessing millions of people are well familiar with PageBuilder. Me? I just now finding out about it. Anyhow?

I am making progress, but! I have not had time to post. No problem. Really, my Father leads me all the way, so? He led me to this graphic that has caused my hysteria. Why?

Well, I Don’t Know Exactly Why, But …?

I sense some people might think I am really out there on the left field. I sense perhaps I am losing credibility, why?

Because what I see coming to pass sooner than we think is really outlandish, but! Those things will come to pass. That’s all I know. How and when? That’s not for me to know.

That’s really the reason I have not been posting lately. Been waiting for Father to dispel this sense that something is amidst.

Father At Work With My Dilemmas …?

What better way to dispel this sense than letting you all know the truth about me. I just look and act like a wacko, but! So did all the greater workers of ancient times. I’m in good company.

Doubts. Fears. Sensing Reality? No Problem. My Task. My Mast.

Anyhow? I been up since before midnight yesterday. Hard at works I been. Looking for a file in the myriad of folders I have created. Not an easy task, but!

Father always have a reason for my looking. The graphic I found today? It served to cheer me up. I know it’ll cheer you up as well. So? I decided to share my good moments with ye all.

Back To Work….? Maybe, If I Don’t Fall Asleep!

But I got to get back to my folders to get graphics I have created a long time ago. They come in handy now. I hope you enjoyed this wacky write up even when I am not a wacko.

BTW When we look at others with critical eyes? We are looking in a mirror. Oo, but that just came to me. ???

One more thing: Take a look at my progress with my personal blog. Eat your heart out! No one has a blog like mine! Hahaha! HalleluYah. https://www.thia-basilia.com/

I’m so proud of my progress, OOO! There I go with that ‘MY’—can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but! Father knows all about this old dog. He knows I’m just being fictitious.

I’m well aware of my deficiencies as a designer. All the honor goes to the good support techs in the Net/SiteOrigin/Great Software/And? The techs unending patience with me.

Of course, the techs? They don’t have the heart to tell me I have a long way to go to be as good as I make out to be. No problem. Father knows all about it. I am going on!

Meantime and until the next post? His love in my heart for you and for all stays there to stay for eternity, thiaBasilia.

Forever Asking, “Who Am I?”

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Journal—An Ongoing Dialog Between thiaBasilia And Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …

Saturday, January 20, 2018 at 5:46 am.

O! Oh! The 7th Day of Rest finds me? Resting on You. Restlessness and messes and disrespectfulness? Going with the emotional glean of no duration wind!

Harsh weather hit the town to pawn and tear down, but! My soul?…

Yesterday? Harsh weather hit the town to pawn and tear down, but! My soul? Could not touch not near detach from Your firm hold on me! Hahaha! HalleluYah!

Hum! It’s already 11:13 am. Been up since forever! Done wrote a letter to Joyce. Wondering if I should post it? I’m several posts backed up. Don’t know which way go to again go.

Lack of Communication….

I see clear the outline from 1985 to this 2018, but! I wonder why I’m dwindling around with the whole matter, not really knowing what to pick and stick as per Your loving will.

What to do? Where to go next? Have I missed any step? I’m wondering about the covers for the books. They don’t meet the standards for a professional cover, but!

I sense those do meet Your standards. More and more I see every day how remarkable is this issue of lack of communication.

More and more I see this issue as the key that locks us out the door of the best for our lives. Some talk about oranges. The others talk about apples.

They both think they talk about the same thing because, apples and oranges are both fruits, but both are miles apart in all aspects of the matter. Duh!

People do not quite understand me or you….

But why am I bringing this issue up? O well! Maybe to comfort myself. In the last few months? The Spirit of the Father/Creator within my being shows to me how people do not quite understand me.

Totally frustrating! From childhood to senior age and beyond the bounds of the lands? No one really understood much about this thiaBasilia at hand, but! Now? Wow!

It’s 7:52 pm. I woke up about 2 hours ago. Returned call from Joyce. We share for a long time as usual. Check the link about asparagus she sent to me. That brought me to Facebook.

In Facebook? I read the article. Check my notifications, and? Look at what I found! A post I wrote on Friday, January 20, 2017. Wow! It blows my mind! Exactly one year to the date.

O my Father! I’m flabbergasted! To experience Your Presence? Nothing short of amazing, and? You know it. You know all things before anything comes to be. A paragraph from that post,

Well, I slept for quite a few hours yesterday. Been awake since midnight. Been checking emails, comments, replies and all. Now You bring me to record the next post. My life in Your Presence, O my Father—O Father of mine? It’s a wonder! Never know what to do next but! I always do the right thing to do always. Even when it seems I have done wrong, it turns out to be right. So, what am I to post today? Who am I again? Very well, I will pull the files now.

  • Forever Asking, “Who Am I?”

Well? Today is Saturday, January 20, 2018 at 8:52 pm. Exactly today one year ago? I wrote asking the same question. Here is the link, Who am I?

What is so amazing about an old post of mine?…

Hum! What is so amazing about an old post of mine? For one thing, whatever I have written or whatever I shall write? It’s all in Your hands of mercy, O my Father.

It’s all not from me, but! It’s all from You. That’s the reason why the awesome response to such posts. So? What am I to do now with this post? Tell when come back. For now, I must sleep. 9:11 pm.

Sunday, January 21, 2018 at 12:55 am.

O but how blessed I am to wake up at midnight with my heart full to the brim with Him that I must do?  Blessed be His name forever! In silence I worship You, my Father!

Who Am I again and again? I’m Yours, first. Your thiaBasilia—A Child Of Your Heart….

But then? sometimes perhaps a ‘fisherman’ I am. Other times? Your ‘scribe’ fits the vein, but!

As of seven or eight by now years past? A ‘star’—an ‘angel’—Ah! How’s about just a simple ‘messenger’ to the ‘Lost Sheep of Yisrael’ You compelled me to be?

No biggie.Just a ‘messenger’ delivering such a MESSAGE…

No biggie. No more intrigue. Just a ‘messenger’ delivering such a MESSAGE. That MESSAGE is the ‘biggie’ not the simple ‘messenger’.

Forget about the ‘simple messenger’. Concentrate on the MESSAGE—the GOOD NEWS from on high delivered with might! Might? Indeed!

Behold! The Power Of Love & Wisdom From On High Drenched Upon Us All. It Never Fails. It Always Avails!

WOW! The GOOD NEWS to the ‘Lost Sheep of Yisrael? Yeap! What ‘Lost Sheep am I talking about? Talking about you and he and she and me.

We Are The ‘LOST SHEEP OF YISRAEL’

Not at all a plank. This you can put in your bank. YAHUSHUA the Messiah—the ONE sent? He was sent exclusively to US—of Yisrael? The LOST! Not my thinking. It’s written,

Matthew 15:24 AMPC+

He answered, I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel.

Years plus years of reading the same words. It all went over my head, until? My appointed time. That solemn moment of APRIL 27, 2008 at 5:48 am TO ME IT CAME.

SO? Here I’m! some ten years later—a ‘Messenger to the ‘Lost Sheep of Yisrael, and! I find myself? Dumb! Flabbergasted! Astonished at the veracity of that solemn call in 2008.

Simple ways of our Creator against the complicated ways about Him by mankind created….

O my Friend Reader of these lines! I hope you are beginning to see along with me, how real and simple are the ways of our Creator against the complicated ways about Him by mankind created.

A New Look At Myself For You, My Friend. Who Am I To You & For You.

I am an angel—a messenger from on high to the lost sheep of Yisrael. I am not the MESSENGER—even YAHUSHUA—the Messiah—the One sent to us.

No, I am not Him, but? I am His messenger—His Ambassador to deliver His message to the “Lost Sheep of Yisrael’.

Who Am I One More Time. This Time? This 2017 Year? How It Concerns You Big Time! Why?

Simple. It’s your time. Your time for what? Your time not just to hear and let this message fly by your head alone, but! To hear and let this message penetrate to the depth of your spirit being.

To hear and obey this message? What is this message all about? This is a message of ‘repentance’. Repentance is not a bad word.

Only the connotation of badness is what keeps us from taking advantage of the message of ‘repentance’, but! All that apprehension is ending now. How can that be?

Time and timing. Our destiny runs like a clock. Not the physical instrument, those break or are not always available or reliable. But the clock inscribed in the span of the Universe? Steady forever!

On that clock the seasons take place. Then?

  • For everything there is a season.
  • Seasons come and go, until our season comes to stay for eternity. It’s that simple.

So? We have messed up our existence….

So? We have messed up our existence. Each one of us have chosen to follow the winds of our imagination. We mount our horse and? Away we go!

Some mount on swift steads that carry them to the mountain top of success, but! Once there? Still on the horse’s mount, SUCCESS! Goes the cry! We spook the horse. The horse bolts! Down to the brown ground we are bound.

On we again and again, until! ….

Over and over we get up. We dust ourselves. We find a less spooky horse, and on we again and again, until! The clock ticks our midnight.

Not much delight in the midnight. Darkness and death amid us sticks. Success? After all is not worth the climb. There is, still, only darkness in our minds—the darkness of the times.

Is the Almighty to remain silent as our rebellious route comes to an end in the bend? NAY! ….

So? The Almighty Creator has let it all take place. He has given us a choice. Our choice led us to death row. In death? There is no life. No chance to love and be loved. No chance to be a family, but!

That’s enough! Cries the Master. I see you left on that hill of the darkness of the times. It’s time. It’s midnight. Come, partake of My mercy. Let Me show My loving-kindness to you.

For I am your Almighty of justice. Blessed, happy, fortunate, to be envied are all those who earnestly wait for Me, who expect and look and long for My victory, My favor, My love, My peace, My joy, and My matchless, unbroken companionship]!

WOW! No need to expound the matter any further. Our midnight is here! Dear Reader, thanks for your visit.

Meantime and until the next post? His love in my heart for you and for all stays there to stay for eternity, thiaBasilia.

WILL WE EVER GET OVER OUR EMOTIONAL WORSHIP? HOPE IS NOT AN EMOTION. HOPE IS A SENSE OF REALITY.

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Journal—An Ongoing Dialog Between thiaBasilia And Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …

Wednesday, January 17, 2018 at 4:33 am.

Emotions versus Reality….

Emotions? The root of our spiritual stagnation. What quickened the title for this post to me? Not what, but Who? My Father’s Spirit grieves when I receive comments like the one I am here quoting.

Dear Thia,

They will obtain gladness and joy, And sorrow and sighing will flee away.

Oh, Thia, I remember when we used to sing that song and it would fill us with gladness.

Father has such a tender heart, He can’t bear to hear you cry but that He comes to your aid. He says, I, even I, and He who comforts you.

My reply,

Xxxx, my excitement is not about sweet memories of my past. None of that availed us! It’s the suffering! The pain alone that counts! All those emotions are an stench unto His nostrils.

NO! My excitement is about the Father’s amazing revelation about the United Kindred Spirits not by all those songs and emotions of ours, but by His power to discipline and convict us! O that I could share HIM, His Presence and His longing to be Present in the same manner in all His children.

I sense in your emails not the Spirit but only emotions. Guess I am the one missing whatever! Anyhow? His ways and His thoughts are beyond my reach. I love you with His love not mine.

Hope is not an emotion. Hope is a sense of reality.

Wednesday, January 17, 2018 at 9:03 am.

Sense and emotions? Two different things. I sense a blissful future, that’s hope, but! Should I set my eyes on that bliss? Should I not be content in this misery midst? Hope gone! In comes discontent!

Overcoming Discontent…

So? Concerning what goes on financially in my midst? Billions + billions are already in the hands of our Father/Creator’s choosing for our using, but! In my midst?

After 5 pm this day the electric shall be cut should there be no money to cover the 100 + invoice. The Internet invoice needs to be covered as well or? Cut the Net as well shall be.

Am I still willing to wait, to sit still? To do nothing about it anymore than what is already done? Am I still willing to wait for You my Father with patience and composure?

O My Father—O Father Of Mine? Have mercy on us. Wipe out that worry and dread from Ahmad’s mind and heart. As You have done with me? I plead my Father, do also unto Ahmad.

You alone can do such work in us. We cannot help but panic at the face of adversity. Unless You open our ears to hear our Teacher telling us, “To the left. To the right”? We? Doomed!

Indeed! Doomed to panic and unworthy suspicious about Your faithfulness. This shall no longer in our midst be. You are now setting us free!

More value than money…

As it is? You have already given us the ability not only to do without, but! Mainly? The power to rejoice and be glad amidst the blackest list. Tenfold more than money could ever give to us.

The Creator’s Work no Mine for others to see and?…

Thanks, my Father. I’m willing. More than willing, joyful and glad because You have made me willing. You have done the work in me. Nothing from me. You have set me free. Whatever for?

That unworthy suspicions about Your faithfulness no longer be within me. That others may see my good works of hope and trust in You, and? Esteem and honor and respect Your Mighty Name!

That’s the difference between hope and emotions….

And that, my friends? That’s the difference between hope and emotions. My excitement? Not an emotional outburst. It’s hope at its best.

But what’s the meaning of our troubles and tribulations? The Almighty Father/Creator of our beings has a ready answer, but!

He is now ready to lift Himself up to us as it is stated in previous posts. The whole chapters in Isaiah 30 and Jeremiah 30 are eye openers. May ye all be led to carefully take it in. It’s written,

Jeremiah 30:11-15.

For I am with you, says the Master, to save you; for I will make a full and complete end of all the nations to which I have scattered you, but I will not make a full and complete end of you. But I will correct you in measure and with judgment and will in no sense hold you guiltless or leave you unpunished. For thus says the Master:

  • Your hurt is incurable and your wound is grievous.
  • There is none to plead your cause; for the pressing together of your wound you have no healing device, no binding plaster.
  • All your lovers (allies) have forgotten you; they neither seek, inquire of, or require you.
  • For I have hurt you with the wound of an enemy, with the chastisement of a cruel and merciless foe, because of the greatness of your perversity and guilt, because your sins are glaring and innumerable.
  • Why do you cry out because of your hurt, the natural result of your sins? Your pain is deadly (incurable).
  • Because of the greatness of your perversity and guilt, because your sins are glaring and innumerable, I have done these things to you.

Isaiah 30

O people who dwell in Zion at Jerusalem, you will weep no more. He will surely be gracious to you at the sound of your cry; when He hears it, He will answer you.

  • And though the Almighty Yahuwah gives you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, yet your Teacher will not hide Himself any more, but your eyes will constantly behold your Teacher.
  • And your ears will hear a word behind you, saying, This is the way; walk in it, when you turn to the right hand and when you turn to the left.

Notice, there is emphasis on the fact that our adversities and the water of our afflictions are the natural result of our sins.

What in heaven’s name are our sins? The righteous ones in this insanity ridden world may ask. Righteous ones? Indeed! SELF-RIGHTEOUS! A stench unto the Father/Creator’s nostrils.

Ha! What a revelation! Just now this amazing truth flashed in my mind. Wow! Need I to write or say more? I sit still. I wait on You to act in our behalf. Just then? Ahmad on the line again! Meaning?

These lines I’m now recording? Not mine, but! ‘The words of the wise are like prodding goads, and firmly fixed in the mind like nails are the collected sayings which are given as proceeding from ONE Shepherd.’

Ahmad had called me earlier. He explained why he did not come last night as promised. Then he expressed his dread about the electricity issue.

I had only written part of the message. I read it to him, but! I sensed, though he agrees he is still unable to shake off his dread and worry.

So? As the message developed, it came to me to intercede for Ahmad and? I wished somehow to let Ahmad know about the call for our Father to set him free from his dread.

Just then? Ahmad of the line again. Hum? “Why are you calling me?” Came my unnecessary question. Meaning of his call?

“And because you My child—My beloved thiaBasilia have set your love upon Me, therefore will I deliver you;

  • I will set you on high, because you know and understand My name—have personal knowledge of My mercy, love and kindness;
  • trust and rely on Me, knowing I will never forsake you, no, never!
  • And you shall call upon Me, and I will answer you;
  • I will be with you in trouble, I will deliver you and honor you.
  • With long eternal life will I satisfy you, and show you—reveal to you My salvation even Yahushua your Messiah!”

Wow! I read to Ahmad. This time? I sense he received. Is my Father for real or not? Where is there room for me to harbor unworthy suspicions about His faithfulness to us all?

And? There my beloved friends and readers of these lines, there again you have the difference between sense and emotions.

I will continue to post as per instructions to do so. In the meantime, and until the next post? His love in my heart for you and for all remains there to stay for eternity, thiaBasilia.

REALITY!!! UNITED KINDRED SPIRITS UNOFFICIAL….

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Journal—An Ongoing Dialog Between thiaBasilia And Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …

Tuesday, January 16, 2018 at 11:28 pm.

Life goes on despite it all….

O My Father—O Father Of Mine? It’s only 7:48 am. As a maid waits for her mistress instructions for the day? So, I wait for Your instructions.

I learned yesterday that Joyce has not been able to do anything on my situation with Site 5, but! Perhaps after I talked to her she had time to do something because, I just got two emails from Site 5.

You are in control, my Father. You know why and how this matter took place. You also know the situation with the payment for SiteGround to renew my account with them. I wait on You.

It’s now 9:47 am. What goes on my Father? I just found all the emails about the shock of Cory’s death. Over 3 years gone, but! Have we gotten over such shock? I wonder.

The ‘life that goes on’ is not ‘life’ at all….

Father? How can I get over the constant reminders of the shocks in the past? Life goes on. Least what is called ‘life’. From my now perspective? The life that goes on is not ‘life’ at all.

Least not the life that You created us to enjoy in Your Presence forever. Even so? Your faithfulness. Your plan of restoration to the original intent for our creation is now in effect.

There is always HOPE….

There is HOPE. In You? There is always HOPE. For You are a Mighty One of justice. Blessed—happy, fortunate, to be envied are all those who earnestly wait for You—who expect and look and long for You,

  • for Your victory,
  • Your favor,
  • Your love,
  • Your peace,
  • Your joy, and
  • Your matchless, unbroken companionship!
  • Read it in Isaiah 30.

O my Father! All that is a reality of this life that I now live in Your Presence. Your matchless, unbroken companionship? Ecstatic! To say the least, and? Such ecstasy is the future my focus is on.

Now I see things like through a blurry mirror. Then? His brilliance! All fussiness shall be no more! And sorrow and sighing shall flee away. Everlasting joy, gladness, peace.

So it’s written. Read it here Isaiah 51: 11-23

REALITY! United Kindred Spirits UnOficial….

Tuesday, January 16, 2018 at 10:03 pm.

Hahaha! HalleluYah! It’s happening! United Kindred Spirits, but! Not an Organization by human hands. Wow! What an awesome revelation!

In my distress I called upon my Master and the Father/Creator of my being? Speedily! That voice from my heart resounded in my ears.

This whole afternoon, perhaps my whole day? Misery. Doubt. Fear loudly knocking! No heat. Shivering cold again. Excruciating pain in my feet on and off. Silence again. No calls. No personal emails.

The food supplies going down. The Internet and the electricity could be cut for lack of money, but! All that? Secondary. Number one misery? Silence from above. Frightening threats from below.

I headed for bed. Getting under the cold covers I remember the threat, ‘something is seriously wrong with you.’ Loudly I spew the answer, ‘There shall no evil come near me nor any plague come nigh my dwelling!’ Next?

I began my complain. “How can I keep on posting all of these Poly-Annie liken words because, I have no tangible results of You materializing Your promises to me, to us? I will not post anymore. I had it!” Up went my shrilling cry!

Tears copiously flowing. My feet like two blocks of ice. The cold covers were hard to pull with my aching arms. I managed to curled up under and hope to warm up. Suddenly!

“UNITED KINDRED SPIRITS UN-OFFICIAL” came loudly and clear to my mind. The tears dried almost immediately. My attention sprung up! Wow!

Next? The same picture of gardens and families working together to plant and to build was displayed like a film slide for my eyes to feast on!

I paused. I reflected. In a moment of time? Some thirty plus past years of my life began my spirit lifting up and up!

Nothing. Absolutely NOTHING is as we human beings think it to be….

Dear Readers, nothing is like we human beings have ever even imagined it to be. It’s a fact! Our Maker and Creator’s ways and thoughts are far above out of reach to the human mind.

When United Kindred Spirits was first set in my heart and mind? I thought it was to be a legal Organization to collect the monies necessary for the Creator’s restoration plan. DUH!

How on earth my puny brain fancied to get that kind of money? We are not talking about nickels and dimes. We are talking about billions +billions!

That kind of money is already in the hands of Father/Creator’s choosing. It shall be funneled for the restoration of the Garden as per the Creator’s will.

This day? The Father/Creator of our beings is setting the record straight for mine and all His children benefit.

Through the waves of the Internet? United Kindred Spirits IS now a REALITY by the will and doings of the Father/Creator of our beings.

United Kindred Spirits IS NOT to ever be any resemble of an Organization by the hands of mankind. I will continue to post as per instructions.

In the meantime, and until the next post? His love in my heart for you and for all remains there to stay for eternity, thiaBasilia

 

This 2018? Behold! The Victory’s Envoy On The Globe To Deploy….

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Journal—An Ongoing Dialog Between thiaBasilia And Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …

Friday, January 5, 2018 at 9:08 am.

So Many Reasons To Rejoice And Enjoy. Cold Or Heat Cannot My Joy Destroy. The wind and rain are raging out there. Me? In here basking in the sunlight of today’s explosive revelation! What a marvel!

O my Father! It’s noontime. You see my predicament of the moment. You are in control of it all. I refuse to panic. No need to get frantic. You are with me. You never leave nor forsake me.

Show me what and how to do whatever You deem necessary for me to do. I wait on You. I sit still. No matter what? I’ll sit still until You show me Your deliverance.

It’s now 1:24 pm. There is a terrible wind storm going on. I will shot down the computer. I will get under the covers.

The wind subsided. The rain keeps going. It’s cold, but! Your grace is sufficient unto me. It’s now 4:27 pm. Thanks for the couple hours of sleep while the storm raged on.

What now, my Father? Perhaps work on the books? O my Father? Reviewing the inspired writings from 2006 I can see the progression of the work You have done within me.

It’s still Friday, January 5, 2018 at 10:29 pm. Been sleeping since around 7 pm. Feel much better. Thanks, my Father.

The 7th Day Of Rest. Past. Present….

Saturday, January 6, 2018 at 12:19 am.

The 7th Day of Rest again, my Father! This rest is the rest of Hebrews 4:3, but! Most of my life I skipped Hebrews 4, but! Father did not skip to write it in my heart as He meant it to be.

(3)  For we who have believed (adhered to and trusted in and relied on our Creator) do enter that rest, in accordance with His declaration that those [who did not believe] should not enter when He said, As I swore in My wrath, They shall not enter My rest; and this He said although [His] works had been completed and prepared [and waiting for all who would believe] from the foundation of the world. [Psa 95:11].

My former way of keeping the 7th day of rest? Rituals of one kind or another. Some keep it on Sunday. Some keep it on Saturday. Sunday rituals? Not much different than Saturday rituals.

But! I was faithful to either at different stages of my life. Talking about faithful? Yeah! Faithful to my peers’ system. Struggling to be the best. For what? To satisfy the demands of the system.

The reward? Praise or punishment. I suffer both. I failed the Catholic system of my birth. Try again with the Baptist system. Ah! The Messianic movement—they got it for sure!

Hum! The Messianic movement has turned out to be another religion yet, and? An extremely dogmatic and binding one, but! Father let me experience it all. For good reasons.

That Was Yesterday ….

Saturday, January 6, 2018 at 1:48 am.

Here is one of the posts I have skipped. It came to me to post it now. In retrospect? The Father/Creator is bringing this info unto ye all, on His time not in mine. Here we go.

O My Father—O Father Of Mine? Been sleeping since around 5 am. It’s now 7:57 am. But why are these details recorded? It makes sense when one is following my life.

Recording these details anyone can see the state of my mind and feelings moment by moment, and? Anyone can see the progress of the Father/Creator’s dealing with my mind and feelings.

Take for instances yesterday. The raging storm began early in the morning yesterday. I was intense at work. Suddenly! I felt the coldness of the moment in my bones.

I turned to check the heater. Ah! No heat. The thing was off. I got up to turn it on again. No gas! The chill in my bones kept increasing.

I paused. I reflected. I decided to keep quiet. To wait, to sit still. No need to panic. No need to get frantic. No need to trouble Ahmad while the storm is going on. Just then?

Ahmad on the line. By this time? I’m shivering to my hurt. He asked, “Is everything OK with you? The heater working? You got food?”

Calmly, I answered, “All OK. I’m fine. Don’t worry. Take care of yourself.” Wow! Me in the past? I would have had Ahmad here as quickly as his feetcould hit the ground regardless rain, snow or sleet!

I kept pleading, “Father? Help me. I can’t stand it! Help me, my Father. I am not alone. You are here with me. You are feeling this misery with me. Do something, my Father, set me free!”

Guess what? You’ll think a doting Father could have rush to help me? Nay! Instead? Things got worse! I needed to use the bathroom badly. I rushed, what? A lake of water!

Quickly I grabbed the squeegee to clear the water. Somehow, in the process? I slipped. I fell flat on my face on top of the toilet seat! Somehow? I managed to get up. Felt my face. My glasses did not break.

Finally? The spot was clear. I relieved myself. Came to my chair. Checked myself. My feet were dry, so were my clothes. My glasses were not damaged. My face not hurt. Thanks, my Father!

But! Chilled to the bones. What to do, my Father? Get up. Move around. Continue to fix hot drinks to keep you warm. Soak your rice in hot water. Cook it with lentils and veggies.

While rice is soaking? Cut your veggies. Stand up while cutting. Time to put it all in the pot to cook. While the cooking goes on? Work on the next post. Post it.

Finished cooking? Eat a good portion. Now? It’s time to get under the covers again. Sleep. Ah! Thanks my Father for these cold covers. Sleep, sleep, blessed sleep until around 5 am.

What now? I’m fit to meet any eventuality with a grateful heart.

No more complaining in my part. A few minutes ago? Ahmad on the line again. Much trouble on his end. My ear to him I lend.

Again? He inquired about my welfare. Not a word about my predicament. I continued to respond. To act and react? For what at that? The Father’s love and wisdom is now the fact.

I will now fix and enjoy my breakfast. I’m cold, but! The warm from above knowing and sensing it in my Father’s Presence? Cold or hit no longer meet to destroy my enjoy.

This is the day You have made for me. I am resting underneath Your everlasting arms. I will rejoice and be glad this day big time is in my line!

This 7th day of rest is advancing. We are now at mid-morning—10:25 am to be exact, that’s the fact. Of course, that’s the fact for this region’s part.

It’s coming to me now to create a graphic for this unique post. Unique? Indeed! Unique fits the title: This 2018? Behold! The Victory’s Envoy On The Globe To Deploy. So Many Reasons To Rejoice And Enjoy. Cold Or Heat Cannot My enjoy Destroy.…

Closing ….

Graphic finished. On to post. Dear reader, rejoice with me in anticipation of the Father/Creator’s plan to restore us to the original intent for our creation—to be loved and to love in return.

In the meantime? Until the next post, His love in my heart for you and for all remains there to stay for eternity, thiaBasilia. 🙂

Song ‘Talking Let’s Help The President Of The U.S.A.‘ apropos Trump Presidency (audio, lyrics & video)

‘Talking Let’s Help The President Of The U.S.A.‘ is Michel Montecrossa’s New-Topical-Song apropos Trump Presidency and the fact that Love, Goodwill and Cooperation pave the way to World Unity. It is a song about the fact that the greatness of a nation is determined by its readiness to stand for and move towards World Unity. It is a song about the fact that through this movement of Love all nations can help each other and that to help the USA President to understand this would mean to help to make America great again.
As Madonna said: “Good did not win this election, but good will win in the end.”

http://www.audiomack.com/song/mirasoundgermany/talking-lets-help-the-president-of-the-usa
 
Michel Montecrossa about his New-Topical-Song ‘Talking Let’s Help The President Of The U.S.A.’:
“To make America great again is okay if it means a step towards World Unity.”

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Talking Let’s Help The President Of The U.S.A. (Apropos Trump Presidency)

Let’s help the President of the U.S.A.
to make America great again.
Let’s help the People, let’s help the People,
let’s help the People of America!
Let’s help the People, let’s help the People
and tell them: “We are your best friends!”

Let’s help the President of the U.S.A.
to make America great again.
I’m a European artist-singer.
My passport is German and I say:
“Germany First!” That’s what I say.
Germany is good, it will help you
on your way.

German cars are top in the world.
We build them for you in the great U.S.A.
We build them in China and Mexico too.
We build them in countries all over the globe.
We give American People work and money.
The ancestor of your President is a German, you know.

Sure, we are partners, our nations are great.
Sure, we make the world a better place.
Our blood is as red as is the blood of you.
We are proud to stand for Humanity with you
and thus ‘Germany First’ will help the U.S.A. People
to make America great again.

Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany


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Talking Let's Help The President Of The U.S.A.

Top of the Elevenses/Brunch # 121&122

I am here watching the Inauguration of the 45th President of United States of America like millions are around the world.  I like the prayers, songs and the messages planted as a foundation for this presidency in continuation of a democracy of fairness.  Watching the faces of the people on the podium as the Vice-President Mike Richard Pence and at 17.00 hrs as the new President Donald John Trump said their swearing in, Oaths of Allegiance, I pray an America of unity, internal and external peace.

Now, I am hearing the new President’s speech and I hope the people of the nation he directed his speech at will in their roles and calling, hear in their hearts the nation’s  call for solidarity, strength, peace, tolerance and  recovery and each being involved in this process in their every day lives.

Taking from the wisdom of, I say what has been said before,

Congratulations to all Americans , Be The Best You Can Be And Love Thy Neighbour As Thyself Too.

Deep-Brain Song & Movie ‘I Have A Vision’ apropos Trump Inauguration and Trump Presidency

 

 

The New-Topical-Song ‘I Have A Vision’, released by Mira Sound Germany on Audio Single, DVD and as Download, is Michel Montecrossa’s Song apropos the Trump Inauguration and Presidency.

About the New-Topical-Song ‘I HAVE A VISION’:

‘I Have A Vision‘ is the ultra-cool no-pretension Reality Rocker New-Topical-Song and Movie of 68 Deep-Brain-Words by Michel Montecrossa apropos Trump inauguration and Trump presidency.

With ‘I Have A Vision‘ Michel Montecrossa says to Donald Trump:
“Proud of what? Show what you can!”

Michel Montecrossa’s ‘I Have A Vision‘ continues
where Martin Luther King’s ‘I Have A Dream’ began.

It is pure vista.

Song Lyrics

I Have A Vision

I have a vision
of the United States of Planet Earth.

I have a vision
of the U.S.A. taking the lead on this way.

I have a vision
of the U.N. changing into the world government.

I have a vision
of the United Humanity moving into space age.

I have a vision
of the living celebration of Humanity
in a World of Peace and Love
and Joy unending.

Music & lyrics: Michel Montecrossa,
© Mira Sound Germany


 
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I Have A Vision