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.

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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

 

VICTIMS.

I am the one person who often runs away from sympathizing with people because I discovered that a lot of people will rather just spend time moping around and be bitter and angry, rather than face an issue. This often makes things complicated because I’m caught between wanting the person to grow, and also not wanting to hurt them. I have come to the conclusion that it is inevitable and we all must start accepting the truth in order to evolve. So, here is an article on what I think about the victim mentality. More on this at VICTIMS.

Please, feel free to leave your thoughts on this. Lets learn!

Dangerous Smile

A famous author went to stand
At one of those points on this Earth
At which are giv'n the strictest tests
Of latent human worth

Of courage and persistence
Determination steely strong
Of to-the-death resistance
To right a total wrong

He stood upon a bridge wherefrom
On one end he could see
A land complete oppression of --
The other end was free

And interviewed the people
Come from 'neath the iron boot
At end of their fantastic'ly
Deadly dangerous route

Through swamps, 'cross rivers, camped in woods
Up the steepest mountainside
Always glancing to the rear
Always the need to hide

He stayed to ask some questions of
This woebegone humanity
These tattered soldiers of despair
Of their lives formerly

One woman -- young and strong she'd been,
She told him, 'ere necessity
Evading of imprisonment
Had sent her on this odyssey 

Now staggered the full distance
Of that final little stretch
Like any other refugee
A ghostly staring wreck

As if a woman thrice her age
She did not see the author, for
Her eyes exclusive locked upon
The bridge's end now her before

And when at last she reached it
She stopped and sank straight to the ground
Not yet quite believing
In the new life she had found

Our author followed and crouched down
This aged girl beside
He handed her a kerchief and 
Some money while she cried

When her first spasms passed away
And she calmer became
He gently asked of her if she
Her dreadful crime would name

She kept her great enormous eyes
Fixed on his own the while
She answered that her crime had been
To, once too often, smile

"You see," she told him, "they would watch
Our mood by manner to infer
A solemn and a serious
Demeanor they prefer

If on the line at work you thought
Of gentle loving grace
They'd pull you off that line and put
Somebody in your place

And then they'd take you off with them
Somewhere you could be made
To understand more fully the
Mistake that you had made

But I was young and had a beau
With whom I fallen had in love
No power anyone could know
Could stop me from him dreaming of

This happened more than once or twice
So eventually
The courts became convinced of my Incorrigibility

If I had not escaped
I never would more freedom see
And no one in my life would know
What had become of me"

Her murmured testimony
Gave our author food for thought
Truth be told he pondered on it
Early, long and late: a lot

Trying to imagine
What living might be like
At one expression pleasure of
Chastising forces strike

Knowing that same expression
Was linked the human brain within
To the renewed capacity
Its parent feeling rebegin

And once they'd interrupted
This healthy feedback loop
Then 'neath an increased burden of
Sad misery would stoop

Th' unfortunate recipients
Such a frustrating stricture of
Disabling them as well to
Offer to each other love

But even more than this he saw
The ruling junta terrified
By any hint of laughter
At its inflated pride

He went back home and write a book
These wonderful new insights on
The which this wand'ring poet
Then haply happened on

Although every last one of us
Has ways in which we are not free
From place to place and time to time
Those limits vary in degree

I with our own existing form
Feel myself at liberty
With this or that about it
To profoundly disagree

But since I have that author read
I keep in mind the while:
Where I live, in America
The citizens are free to smile



			

Thanksgiving 2

I move in darkness ever unrelieved
No sun may ever brighten up my day
This world  by naught but sounds may be perceived
More terrifying than mere words can say

Like a child left alone to sleep at night
I fancy monsters in my closet, or
The silent stealthy threatening approach
Of some more ordinary predator

You who were born with two good eyes to see
Do you rejoice in each day's morning light?
Or do you contemplate complacently
What is revealed to you by healthy sight?

Look up, look out, take your eyes off the ground
All around you the world waits to be found

Gratitude Mantra

I’ve got a small beef with many spiritual disciplines both matriarchal and patriarchal in that there seems to be a dirth of ritual dedicated to the simple celebration of gratitude for favors received.  

I went looking around for some. I’m sure they do exist, but not anywhere I could locate them easily.

So I created the Gratitude Mantra.    

My Gratitude Mantra is composed of the words “thank you” in every language within reach of my hands at the moment of writing.

I repeat it when life is good.  And I repeat it when life is not so good, to remind me of how good it reall still is.

It’s recited in a happy, bouncy kind of rhythm, and it goes:

“Hvala, Tak, Bedankt, Merci, Bitte, Grazi, Obrigado, Gracias, and Thank YOU!…

“Hvala, Tak, Bedankt, Merci, Bitte, Grazi, Obrigado, Gracias, and Thank YOU!…

“Hvala, Tak, Bedankt, Merci, Bitte, Grazi, Obrigado, Gracias … and Thank YOU! … ” 

Thanksgiving 1

When seen with gratitude, the smallest good
Takes on its truer estimate of pricelessness
By thankfulness it may be understood
We might receive much more worth yet much less

Then pay fewer attentions to the small
Frustrations integral to any life
Which insignificant seem, after all
Compared to many other mortals' strife

Rejoice, then, in the absence of despair
If find naught else for which to grateful be
From the sincerest heart offer a prayer
For your existence in serenity

Whom God hath not seen fit to paralyze
Exists already in a paradise