The Reason Why We Are Suffering The Agony Of Pain And Defeat, Yet! Victory We’ll Soon Proclaim. That’s Not A Vain Claim. Read On And On ….

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Deep into the mountain soil the roots of this tree?

Decided to visible be for all to see.

So strong! So impressive! So massive!

The height? Going higher, higher, past the sun

Reaching over to the highest the tree happens to be.

Green grass. The serenity of calm waters. The flowery shores.

So much beauty to nourish the roots of that tree….

Likewise? Are The Family Roots.

Nourished by the power of love and wisdom from the Father/Creator?

The Family Roots so strong, so visible….

The Family Roots? Remain as one

Growing the tree. Nourishing the branches

Up and up! Higher and higher! Reaching to the highest?

The Family relationship? It’s now at its best!

Sailing away and away in the Sacred Ship ….

Behold! The Plan Of Restoration To The Original Intent For Our Creation Is In Effect.

To Love. To Be Loved.

The Father/Creator’s Cherished Family? To be forever Perfect!

Behold! The Power Of Love & Wisdom From On High Drenched Upon Us All.

It Never Fails. It Always Avails!

Summary

The Family—A—True Story

The Family’s Mother? Physically, Mentally, Spiritually?

Restored!

Life & Strength? The Harvest In Her Soul? For Your Harvesting!

The Mental Insanity in this Insanity Ridden World?

It affects us all!

New Approach To Conquer It.

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

Behold! The Plan Of Restoration To The Original Intent For Our Creation Is In Effect to that respect? The tears of love and hope flow and flow for us all to know how:

  • To Love
  • To Be Loved.
  • The Father/Creator’s Cherished Perfect Family To be.

The Family Restoration? Has begun with ONE FAMILY.

It will continue One family by One family.

YOUR FAMILY’S TURN IS COMING!

Take Courage! Be Certain!

The Father/Creator’s Plan of Restoration?

Not a power in hell or in earth could ever thwart!

The Father/Creator is doing HIS part!

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

Friday, March 2, 2018 at 2:10 pm

Things Are Not Going Well, Yet! I Rejoice In You, My Father ….?

Have to go now. I think my gmail.com account is hacked. Have to go. Must get ready to go to the family. I wait on You my Father. I expect no hacks to penetrate Your protection.

It’s now 6:52 pm. Came back about 1 h our ago. Much sleepy. Now going to bed. Wake up about 10 pm.

Saturday, March 3, 2018 at 12:16 pm.

Well, things are not going well my Father, but! You know it. It looks like it is a Windows 10 problem again, but for some reason they can’t help me for free. They want pay. No way!

I know You will come through to help me. No problem even when I get all shook up and panic with the antics of these programs and? The support for the same. So ever lamed! .

It’s now 2:22 pm. The Microsoft community is helping me. It looks like their advice is working. The keyboard is now working fine. So it’s the mouse. What’s next?

It’s now 3:14 pm. Sleep. That’s what’s next. I’m very tired. When I wake up next You’ll show me where to insert the summary for The Family—A—True Story.

What Runs, Twirls, Churns In Our Minds With Vengeance …. ?

What Runs, Twirls, Churns In Our Minds With Vengeance The Minute We Suffer An Injustice? Nothing pretty, yet! Read this post.

The running, twirling, churning in our minds with vengeance the minute we suffer an injustice? It’ll come to a halt without fault.

Saturday, March 3, 2018 at 9:36 pm.

Is that a feeling? Is it mental? Is it spiritual? Whatever it is? I am here to talk to You about it ….?

O My Father—O Father Of Mine? This body of mine is hurting big time! Is that a feeling? Is it mental? Is it spiritual? Whatever it is? I am here to talk to You about it.

I read the articles. I read about Your children’s suffering. I read the way they are handling such suffering. I see it clear. I see their agony without You? Why?

You have dealt the worst to Your most beloved children …. .

You have become like their worst enemy. Why? O My Father—O Father Of Mine, why?

Sunday, March 4, 2018 at 12:27 am.

You gave me the answer. You sent me to the article I wrote in 2011. It’s really uncanny the way things are developing for me in Your Presence.

I’ll continue when I wake up next. I can’t type for lack of sleep somewhat.

It’s now 3:43 am. Woke up a few minutes ago. Pain under Your loving control? Gone! I’m ready now for it all! No kidding. This is THE LIFE above and beyond any evil one can find.

When in doubt? I talk to my Father in the heavens ….

Father? It’s all coming to me in one huge block to convey to Your people in this insanity ridden world’s clock. What must I do?

I cannot join the rest doing their best to convey their anger. At their best? Diligently engaging to make this insanity ridden world a better place to live.

What about me, thiaBasilia—a child of Your heart?

You have given me the task to convey, in every known way, Your Plan Of Restoration To The Original Intent For Our Creation:

  • To Love
  • To Be Loved.
  • Your cherish Family Forever to be

Anger. Pain. My finger pointed in disdain? Not at all my task to be for no gain to Your beloved children ridden with the agony of pain.

But Why This Pain In Your Domain?

Why are You silent while we suffer the agony of the pain of Your judgement so ever plain? Why is this Your judgement driving us insane? Ah! Your answer is just as plain.

That answer shall be the subject for the next post. 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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What’s Talking About Delusions? Delusions? My Own Delusions And Confusions I’m Fixing To Confess ….

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Never made it to my bed. Other was my led ….?

Friday, March 2, 2018 at 3:48 am.

It’s 8:19 pm. It’s the last day of this short month. O my Father? You know how I am feeling. Perhaps I need to sleep for the rest of this day. I’ll try.

It’s 11:14 pm. Never made it to my bed. Been fooling with my blog. Coming along just fine. Now I have a notice from Derek in Facebook. I might follow up with it. I’ll see how You lead me, my Father.

What Happened? What Continues To Happen …. ?

Nay! No Dereck. Have something better. My promise my delusions and confusions to you dear Reader. To ye all to confess!

Now, here look! I’m not really a ‘cook’! I just got better things in my mind for me to always take a look. I wrote a short comment. I’ll xxxx names and such for the sake of privacy, but!

My mind is set in reverse …. ?

  • I used to look at my past. Painful memories I could not forsook over and over to look.
  • I now look at my present. Painful memories?
  • Forsaken! For the last couple of days?
  • All my thoughts now revert to a past with so many wonderful memories mine for the taken.

What happened? What continues to happen? What miracle every single day come my way? Well? Nowadays, at every turn of my way?

A Miracle Happen, But! People? They Just ….?

Something triggers my mind to think of one or another wonderful memory from my memorable past. In the following comments I’ll share my miraculous memories.

Would people see my miraculous memories. Would people can see nothing but! Whatever other than the miracle I proclaim in vain? What’s my problem? People. I’ll explain.

These two comments could explain ….?

Hahaha! I knew you would come through sooner or later. New thing for me: I REFRAINED FROM PRESSURING YOU! It was hard, until yesterday.

Yesterday? All kinds of evil thoughts about myself, my children, and most especially about one of daughters—the one closest to me, and the one who has hurt me the most. Suddenly! Out of my mouth came these words,

I REFUSE TO DWELL ON THESE THINGS ANY LONGER! I QUIT CURSING MYSELF AND MY CHILDREN WITH THIS KIND OF THINKING! THAT’S FOR GOOD AND FOREVER!

WOW, my Friend! Like magic? I was set free! Joy. Power. Love. Compassion and all of that? Tenfold returned unto me somewhat. I am really, really free. The SON set me like He promises in the book of John. 

Free for ever to be. No more thinking the worst of myself as well as of any circumstance that comes my way. The result?

  • You came through with such encouraging news. 
  • Ahmad, an art major? Has returned to instruct me with my graphics. 
  • Working on my new logo as per your inspiration. 
  • I have become a comedian, making fun of all my past delusions. 
  • All my thoughts now revert to a past with so many wonderful memories

Isn’t that something? A miracle for sure! Hahaha! HalleluYah! Now I know what to post next to break in between chapters as soon as I finish my art’s home work. 🙂

A second comment ….

I second the motion. Practicing. I have only heard corporation members lifting their finger and? “I second the motion.” Such solemn event to me. 

Never dreamed I’ll member of such scary dealings. You think I’ll qualify to be a member of your prestigious company? lol

Been to the judge–court for my son’s adoption. I was so scared that I forgot my name. The Judge wanted to know my name. I turned to my husband and asked, “What’s my  name?” The Judge roared in laughter. The adoption went through like a breeze. 

 That’s me. That’s why Father takes care of me. I’m helpless without Him. That thing about Father helps those who help themselves? A lie from the pit of hell. Those who help themselves don’t need Him at all. Lol

Well? I am not any longer a self-helper. I am as helpless as a new born baby in the cradle. A new born baby crying for mom. Crying, or? Peacefully sleeping not weeping.

It’s midnight! Another day. Friday, March 2, 2018 at 12:02 am. Going to bed at last. Four hours later? Here I am. O my Father? Here I am with renewed determination.

Determination?

Indeed! Determinate to keep my focus on You not on people. People. People. People don’t see, or? Do they just see differently than me?

Wisdom in my Book ….?

You see there? That statement is what is called ‘wisdom’ in my book, but! To people? That’s something they practice without much ado. Like I do.

My Sense Of Humor? Nonsense! O But! ….?

Hahaha! Nothing humorous do people see, or do they? Yeah, many do, but! That many more? They wander in uproar! What’s with the ‘cooks’ and their looks?

Is somebody taking care of that old woman? IS SOMEBODY TRAVELING WITH YOU?

The bewildered man exclaimed in utter consternation looking at my baggage I intended to take in the plane with me. I didn’t blink an eye as I replied, “No. Should they be?”

The blessed man was dismay at my reply so lamed and plain. He just grabbed my baggage and throw them on the baggage bin. Stamped my ticket, and?

On the plane to take me to my final end …. ?

Twenty two hours of unfamiliar territory. That was just the beginning of this yet! Unfamiliar Middle East to tell my story.

Humorous? Indeed as you’ll see …. ?

From the beginning with that airport incident? The incidents of my border crossings? Everybody is tense trying their best not tense to be. Me?

Like a child in a chocolate factory? Wondering what flavor is for me, giving lamed replies, disarming the wonderful workers of any doubt of my integrity to be.

No need to be tense. No need to fake a courage not near as the fear that is there. The workers know the drill. They good at their skill. They see. No need to kill me.

A breath of fresh air to them I am …. ?

To them? I’m a breath of fresh air to give them the courage to go on with their day. From my unique outfit to the numerous bags I deem necessary with me to carry?

A suitcase full with the content of my freezer. I’m on my way to another location. Question holding the bag with my frozen black beans, WHAT IS THIS? The bewildered young lady asked.

“That’s my birth food from Guatemala, would you like a taste?” Out of my child’s mouth came my answer.

The young lady, smiled, put the bag back in the suitcase. Gave me the pass to go on. Next time back at the same border? That young lady spotted me heading their way.

My same bags and suitcases piled up on the cart. Back-pack on my back. Pushing. Pushing. She leaves her welcome stand. She helps me to load the whole thing on the security bin!

Is that not a miracle? Ah! But how we take such grand things as mere happenings in this insanity ridden world where there is no time for these miracles of mine.

But! That’s not the case with you dear Reader. That’s not the case with ye all members of my United Kindred Spirits Unofficial. UKSU, how’s that for short?

All these happenings to me? Miracles not the delusions of my past confusions. A past when? My present was so far then.

My Present? About Delusions? My Own Delusions And Confusions ….?

I’m Fixing To Confess, the major victory I profess. Those delusions and confusions? Only stepping stones to climb up. No regrets. No turning back. That’s the fact.

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

 

A Fun, Funny Post, I Think It To Be. Hope You Agree. It’s Now Still Sunday, February 25, 2018 at 11:02 pm.

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

All You done for me. Me? Stuck in my own delusions….? Not no more!

Much accomplished today, My Father! As if You didn’t know it. Anyhow? You know that I was unable to make MAMP work like I did in the past.

I will again turn off and disconnect the computer. I’ll go to bed. Hope You give Your beloved sleep.

Monday, February 26, 2018 at 3:51 am.

It’s been about 30 minutes since I woke up. A new attitude. A new day. In Your Presence I remain. What a grand terrain!

  • You have wiped my tears away.
  • You have set me free to be.
  • From my own wicked man inside my human carcass?
  • You have set me free to be.

You have brought me from the darkness of my abode in the wicked man inside of me, to the Light of Your Presence in my heart forever to be.

The Wicked Man Inside Of Me?

You have, masterfully deprived it of his control over me. How can that be?

I used to read the last line, ‘…. There is no peace for the wicked.’ And? I would pat my self-righteous me in the back.

I would exclaim, “There is no peace for ye all wicked sinners! Repent!” never, ever thinking, I was talking to my own wicked self-righteous me.

Isa 57:19  Peace, peace, to him who is far off [both Jew and Gentile] and to him who is near! says the Master; I create the fruit of his lips, and I will heal him [make his lips blossom anew with speech in thankful praise]. [Act_2:39; Eph_2:13-18; Heb_13:15

Isa 57:20  But the wicked are like the troubled sea, for it cannot rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt. 

Isa 57:21  There is no peace, says my God, for the wicked. 

Prayer Routine Busted!

Duh! Self-righteousness is an abomination—a stench unto the Father’s nostrils, but! My Father set me free to be from that wicked man inside of me. How?

It came to be one morning after many years of my morning routine of prayer for at least one hour. My routine?

Invariable, I would jump out of bed unto my knees by my bed side. Bible opened I would begin in whatever I had left the day before.

Sometimes? A pleading voice. Sometimes? A glad voice. Lots of times? A pleading, lamenting voice. I would sing. I would cry. I would fall on my face, and much more, until?

This specific day? I had done it all. Longer than an hour, I had done it all. I got up. Brushed my calloused knees. Sure I was I had gotten through to the highest heavens for sure!

Perhaps I did, because, as I got up, so sure and proud of my own piety, I heard, loud and clear, I heard something meaning,

Why do you have to change your tone of voice when you pray? Why do have to pray for such determinate time? Why do you have to do all that you do to pray?

Astonished to so clear hear, I exclaimed. “What? And how to You want me to pray?” Amazingly, quickly came His answer,

Just talk to Me with the voice I have gifted thee. Talk to Me as if I was right there with you because I am there in your heart ready to do for you My part. Talk to Me at all times, under any circumstances of gloom or glee? Just talk to Me as you would talk to the best of earthly fathers. Just talk to Me, My child. I will, indeed, lead you as no one else could lead you. I will show you My covenant and reveal to you its deep, inner meaning, just like you have read it in Psalms 25.

Still stuck in my own thinking ….

Well? No more pious wickedness from me from that day forth, but! Still stuck in my own thinking and understanding of His written words, I read,

Psa 2:4  He Who sits in the heavens laughs; the Master has them in derision [and in supreme contempt He mocks them]. 

Hum! I needed to visit my bathroom. As I entered the bathroom? Out of my wicked heart came these words,

“How is it that You command us to love our enemies, but You laugh and mock them?”

Loud and clear I heard again that solemn, powerful, effective, yet loving and kind voice I could not ignore. I had to respect! Loud and clear I heard,

I AM TALKING TO YOU WICKED ONE! You read. You talk. You think you understand, but! You do not obey nor abide in what you read or talk or think you understand!

WOW! “I see what You mean.” Came my lamed response, but! At that point? Humility began to step into the depth of my being. Today, what can I say?

O My Father, What Can I Say Today?

  • Not my way.
  • Not my will.
  • Not my mind.
  • Not my emotional machine.
  • Not my faith.
  • It’s all Your faithfulness from within to shine in!

Tuesday, February 27, 2018 at 1:16 am.

I have to call it quits, but! There is a spam notice, my account has been hacked. I will reset and change passwords in the computer, but! The Truth? You are my shield and buckler. No perhaps. You can’t escape the hacks.

It’s now 5:06 am. Well, O My Father—O Father Of Mine? The computer has been reset. I am now starting fresh with all things, or, am I not? Are there some more surprises You have for me?

I sense You have much coming to me by way of Your Power Of Love & Wisdom From On High. Such love! Such wisdom!

Day by day, moment by moment. Every single morning? New mercies I see. You Drench. You infuse upon my soul and mind? Such love! Such wisdom!

I’m creating another graphic. This one is about The Family’s roots. Will now write the legend.

The roots of The Family—A True Story? Quite visible to me are they now. Quite visible beautiful and strong like the roots in this tree. So strong those roots to be to make the tree grow almost to reach the highest. Likewise? It’s turning out to be for The Family—A True Story I am now relating to thee. The Story of The Mother and her Children in this Family.

It’s now 8:27 pm. Just woke up. Thanks my Father for the much needed sleep. Where was I? The Roots Of The Family? What do ye know? It’s time for us all to wake up! It’s time to take a look at the Book of our roots. Surprise! We are not what we think we are. More beautiful than the roots of that tree? Our roots happen to be!

Good Writing? From Me? Nay! You will See ….

Wednesday, February 28, 2018 at 5:59 am.

O my Father! That’s good writing from Your heart in my heart! Wow! You making a writer out of me! Hahaha! HalleluYah!

I’m in such good spirits right now, why? What’s the cause of my elation? Goodness for Betsy! Two nights impossible to get away from Your doings with these writings and graphics of mine.

Yeah! I know that I’m bragging like I have always done, but! The difference? I had nothing to brag about before in the shore of my delusion. Delusion?

I’ll confess in the next post. Right now? I got to post this fun, funny post, I think? Least I hope you to be with me, dear Reader.

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

A Fun, Funny Post, I Think It To Be. Hope You Agree. It’s Now Still Sunday, February 25, 2018 at 11:02 pm.

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

All You done for me. Me? Stuck in my own delusions….? Not no more!

Much accomplished today, My Father! As if You didn’t know it. Anyhow? You know that I was unable to make MAMP work like I did in the past.

I will again turn off and disconnect the computer. I’ll go to bed. Hope You give Your beloved sleep.

Monday, February 26, 2018 at 3:51 am.

It’s been about 30 minutes since I woke up. A new attitude. A new day. In Your Presence I remain. What a grand terrain!

  • You have wiped my tears away.
  • You have set me free to be.
  • From my own wicked man inside my human carcass?
  • You have set me free to be.

You have brought me from the darkness of my abode in the wicked man inside of me, to the Light of Your Presence in my heart forever to be.

The Wicked Man Inside Of Me?

You have, masterfully deprived it of his control over me. How can that be?

I used to read the last line, ‘…. There is no peace for the wicked.’ And? I would pat my self-righteous me in the back.

I would exclaim, “There is no peace for ye all wicked sinners! Repent!” never, ever thinking, I was talking to my own wicked self-righteous me.

Isa 57:19  Peace, peace, to him who is far off [both Jew and Gentile] and to him who is near! says the Master; I create the fruit of his lips, and I will heal him [make his lips blossom anew with speech in thankful praise]. [Act_2:39; Eph_2:13-18; Heb_13:15

Isa 57:20  But the wicked are like the troubled sea, for it cannot rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt. 

Isa 57:21  There is no peace, says my God, for the wicked. 

Prayer Routine Busted!

Duh! Self-righteousness is an abomination—a stench unto the Father’s nostrils, but! My Father set me free to be from that wicked man inside of me. How?

It came to be one morning after many years of my morning routine of prayer for at least one hour. My routine?

Invariable, I would jump out of bed unto my knees by my bed side. Bible opened I would begin in whatever I had left the day before.

Sometimes? A pleading voice. Sometimes? A glad voice. Lots of times? A pleading, lamenting voice. I would sing. I would cry. I would fall on my face, and much more, until?

This specific day? I had done it all. Longer than an hour, I had done it all. I got up. Brushed my calloused knees. Sure I was I had gotten through to the highest heavens for sure!

Perhaps I did, because, as I got up, so sure and proud of my own piety, I heard, loud and clear, I heard something meaning,

Why do you have to change your tone of voice when you pray? Why do have to pray for such determinate time? Why do you have to do all that you do to pray?

Astonished to so clear hear, I exclaimed. “What? And how to You want me to pray?” Amazingly, quickly came His answer,

Just talk to Me with the voice I have gifted thee. Talk to Me as if I was right there with you because I am there in your heart ready to do for you My part. Talk to Me at all times, under any circumstances of gloom or glee? Just talk to Me as you would talk to the best of earthly fathers. Just talk to Me, My child. I will, indeed, lead you as no one else could lead you. I will show you My covenant and reveal to you its deep, inner meaning, just like you have read it in Psalms 25.

Still stuck in my own thinking ….

Well? No more pious wickedness from me from that day forth, but! Still stuck in my own thinking and understanding of His written words, I read,

Psa 2:4  He Who sits in the heavens laughs; the Master has them in derision [and in supreme contempt He mocks them]. 

Hum! I needed to visit my bathroom. As I entered the bathroom? Out of my wicked heart came these words,

“How is it that You command us to love our enemies, but You laugh and mock them?”

Loud and clear I heard again that solemn, powerful, effective, yet loving and kind voice I could not ignore. I had to respect! Loud and clear I heard,

I AM TALKING TO YOU WICKED ONE! You read. You talk. You think you understand, but! You do not obey nor abide in what you read or talk or think you understand!

WOW! “I see what You mean.” Came my lamed response, but! At that point? Humility began to step into the depth of my being. Today, what can I say?

O My Father, What Can I Say Today?

  • Not my way.
  • Not my will.
  • Not my mind.
  • Not my emotional machine.
  • Not my faith.
  • It’s all Your faithfulness from within to shine in!

Tuesday, February 27, 2018 at 1:16 am.

I have to call it quits, but! There is a spam notice, my account has been hacked. I will reset and change passwords in the computer, but! The Truth? You are my shield and buckler. No perhaps. You can’t escape the hacks.

It’s now 5:06 am. Well, O My Father—O Father Of Mine? The computer has been reset. I am now starting fresh with all things, or, am I not? Are there some more surprises You have for me?

I sense You have much coming to me by way of Your Power Of Love & Wisdom From On High. Such love! Such wisdom!

Day by day, moment by moment. Every single morning? New mercies I see. You Drench. You infuse upon my soul and mind? Such love! Such wisdom!

I’m creating another graphic. This one is about The Family’s roots. Will now write the legend.

The roots of The Family—A True Story? Quite visible to me are they now. Quite visible beautiful and strong like the roots in this tree. So strong those roots to be to make the tree grow almost to reach the highest. Likewise? It’s turning out to be for The Family—A True Story I am now relating to thee. The Story of The Mother and her Children in this Family.

It’s now 8:27 pm. Just woke up. Thanks my Father for the much needed sleep. Where was I? The Roots Of The Family? What do ye know? It’s time for us all to wake up! It’s time to take a look at the Book of our roots. Surprise! We are not what we think we are. More beautiful than the roots of that tree? Our roots happen to be!

Good Writing? From Me? Nay! You will See ….

Wednesday, February 28, 2018 at 5:59 am.

O my Father! That’s good writing from Your heart in my heart! Wow! You making a writer out of me! Hahaha! HalleluYah!

I’m in such good spirits right now, why? What’s the cause of my elation? Goodness for Betsy! Two nights impossible to get away from Your doings with these writings and graphics of mine.

Yeah! I know that I’m bragging like I have always done, but! The difference? I had nothing to brag about before in the shore of my delusion. Delusion?

I’ll confess in the next post. Right now? I got to post this fun, funny post, I think? Least I hope you to be with me, dear Reader.

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

In Between Chapters. And The Father Grieves ….?

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

What Is It About?

It’s not just about training. It’s not about progress. It’s not about success. It’s not even about fame-riches-knowledge, and? Human love.

It’s about the Almighty Creator of our beings. It’s all about the only ONE that has the power to change our minds for our ultimate good.

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

Saturday, February 24, 2018 at 2:45 pm.

I posted Chapter 4. I am still wrestling with the MAMP problem. It seems my problem to be with having 2 desktops open. I will check now on how to solve that problem. Perhaps?

It’s now 11:38 pm. been sleeping since 6 pm. There is an ominous silence all around. There is silence in my soul. It’s almost like I am dreaming. Going back to bed. I wait on You.

Ominous Silence? Indeed! A Warning To My Own Self … ?

It’s 3:58 am on this next day, Sunday, February 25, 2018.

All in His time. Come gloom. Come glee. I’ll sing to Thee! In this insane world of my existence? Come lack or plenty You are with me.

From the cares of this insane world? You have set me free to be. Come gloom. Come lack. To my past? I cannot go back. You are with me. You have set me free to be. You delight in me.

You Delight In Me …?

Not really in me as a human. My obedience to submit to Your loving care despite this flesh, this human mind of mine? Such it’s Your delight.

Your delight in my obedience is my strength. My strength is Your delight. Come gloom. Come glee. I’ll sing to Thee!

In this insane world of my existence? Come lack or plenty You are with me. You have set me free to be.

In It All, What Is My Part To Act ….?

Why then not act my part? What is this concern for my lack or bounty? What is this concern for my doings or not doings? What is this concern for my part to act? …. And the Father grieves.

A human I am to such questioning give way, but! No need to ACT at all. No need for my part. Not to my own merit, I am what I am but!

I am what I am by Your grace and favor, O my Father, O Father of mine. Let me keep that in mind.

The Human’s Love? Maybe Today. Tomorrow? Gone With The Wind. No Longer A Find….

I love it’s the human’s claim. Do you? Where is your love O human when I offend thee? …. And the Father grieves.

Happy, gleeful faces chanting I love ye all! Gloomy, sad faces, weeping in lack of human love. The mom’s and the papa’s in this insane world?

Lamenting their children’s absence. Alone they suffer their children’s claim, ‘I love you mom, I love you pop.’ Do you? …. And the Father grieves.

Today? The human claims, I LOVE YE! Chocolates, flowers, gifts of glee. Tomorrow? The human exclaims, I DON’T LOVE YE ANYMORE! Whatever for? … And the Father grieves.

On comes the strife. The parading of human kind. The bereaved, battered woman. The mothers at work. The lock-in children fending for themselves. … And the Father grieves.

The corrupted minds of many humans leading all to their final doom. Libertinism at its peak. What’s the use of my disgust? What’s the use of my discuss? … And the Father grieves.

I am human. Disgust. Discuss. My claim, my disdain, do I REPENTANCE claim? … And the Father grieves.

What Is It About?

It’s about the Almighty Creator of our beings. It’s all about the only ONE that has the power to change our minds for our ultimate good.

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

It’s About The Almighty Creator Of Our Beings.

It’s ALL about the only ONE that allows you to take control of your life by learning what it takes to do the right thing at the right time—His time…

No Need To Blast Other Than The Father/Creator’s Love For All ….Not  Just For Me.

Indeed! O my Reader, of what use is it for all the anger blasted through the waves of the Internet from the Righteous to the Unrighteous wing of this world of insanity?

Does My Father Grieve On My Account?

Am I in love with myself along with the rest of this world’s best? What was in the past the claim of mine in my heart and mind of MY LOVE for the Father/Creator?

O my Father! Was it ‘MY love’ ‘MY faith’ for and in Thee? Emphatically! It was in the past as it is now.

It was and it still is, ALL about YOUR love YOUR faithfulness not just for me, but! For the world of Your creation in need of Your salvation.

Remembering The Printed Words In My Heart And Mind ….?

Such words make me conclude. No need for my Father in my heart and mind to grieve. Only need?

To stop all my foolishness of unworthy suspicions about His love and faithfulness for all.

Yes! In my distress, I have cried unto Him and He, always, answered me, but! Today?

His answer resonated within my being in the most powerful way than ever before! How amazing are His ways!

Oh my Father! Your words resonate in my ears still, infusing Your strength and power in the deepest part of my being!

I will never be the same from here on to the rest of my allotted time on these earthly grounds. This to be a sober conclusion to end this post.

His Command To Me Personally ….?

It was indelibly printed in my heart and mind on that memorable day of October 21, 1986. Quote,

“Thia—My child, If you return and give up this mistaken tone of distrust and despair, then I will give you again a settled place of quiet and safety, and you will be My minister; and if you separate the precious from the vile, cleansing your own heart from unworthy and unwarranted suspicions concerning My faithfulness, you shall be My mouthpiece.

“But do not yield to them. Let them return to you—not you to the people.

“And I will make you to this people a fortified, bronze wall; they will fight against you, but they will not prevail over you, for I am with you to save and deliver you, says Yahuwah your Master and Deliverer!

“And I will deliver you out of the hands of the wicked, and I will redeem you out of the palms of the terrible and ruthless tyrants.

In Closing This Post …?

Dear Reader, I leave ye all with that thought in mind as it is in my own mind. The remembrance of those words?

The cause for my anger and disgust and need to this world blast, it’s all gone! Time for me now to reconsider my own repentance.

Time for me sober to be. I am free sober to be because of Thee, O my Father. No need for You on my account to grieve. No need my unworthy suspicious insistence to relive.

Behold! The Power Of Your Love & Wisdom From On High on this day once more You drenched Upon me.

It Never Fails. It Always Avails! Meantime and until the next post? His love in my heart for you and for all stays there to stay for eternity, thiaBasilia.


 

Chapter IV of, The Family—A True Story. What is there to talk about in this chapter? Ha! Tears wiped away. Death shall be no more, neither ….WOW!

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….neither shall there be anguish (sorrow and mourning) nor grief nor pain any more, for the old conditions and the former order of things have passed away? You will find His answer to that so ever heavy question in Chapter 4.

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

Out of my Cocoon. What did I heard….?

It’s still Friday, February 23, 2018 at 1:53 pm.

Father? I’m making progress. I will now turned off the computer. Unplug it. Take a break. Then? I’ll go at it again. Thanks for Your leading.

Saturday, February 24, 2018 at 1:52 am.

O well! Indeed! O My Father—O Father Of Mine? Indeed! You are leading all the way. I just woke up. I heard:

The Father/Creator will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and death shall be no more, neither shall there be anguish (sorrow and mourning) nor grief nor pain any more, for the old conditions and the former order of things have passed away. [Isa_25:8; Isa_35:10]

A heavy, heavy question came to mind—who does not want to come to a Father willing and able to wipe away every tear from our eyes; and death shall be no more, neither shall there be anguish (sorrow and mourning) nor grief nor pain any more, for the old conditions and the former order of things have passed away? You will find His answer to that so ever heavy question in Chapter 4.

Sunday, February 18, 2018 at 2:01 pm.

This Chapter Is About The Present Developments in my life ….

Father? I need to dump on You. The way things are developing in the last couple of days between Ahmad and myself? It throws me into a loop.

I know You are in control of every minute detail of my life. I have come to the point of no return to the ways of my past, but!

I still have to deal with my human nature and its actions and reactions. At the moment I find myself deliberating on the issues at hand.

This sort of deliberation is what I wish to dump on You. I have relinquished to You all that is consider to be my rights or whatever I am entitled to as a human being.

My rights? What I am entitled to?

Yes, as a human being I have my rights. As a victim of an injustice I am entitled to restitution, but! No need to deliberate at all.

As I am dumping this deliberating on You? Your written words are coming to life within my being. As You give life to those words You also empower me to act as per Your Word.

Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave the way open for the Father/Creator’s  wrath; for it is written, Vengeance is Mine, I will repay (requite), says the Master. [Deu_32:35]

But if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals upon his head. [Pro_25:21-22]

Do not let yourself be overcome by evil, but overcome (master) evil with good.Romans 12:19-21.

Your Word is a lamp unto my feet now, but! It was not so before, why? Before I quoted Your Word from my understanding as I so fit to do. Now?

You know it, my Father—I only quote Your Word as You apply it to my moment. Why am I quoting these words right now?

It’s Your leading in respect to my dumping my deliberations on what to do with my present circumstances between Ahmad and myself.

Wow! Power. Wisdom. The sadness in my soul? Welcome! Went under the covers and let His sadness release. I slept until 10 pm.

It’s now Monday, February 19, 2018 at 12:34 am. The next day. What did I do since 10 pm? I shared Your doings within my heart with Denise, Roxana, and Pat.

All in line with Your leading, O my Father. I am now going back to bed, I think? Maybe I’ll work on my new graphic before I go back to bed.

A new day. A new week. A fresher attitude….

Monday, February 19, 2018 at 6:01 am.

A new day. A new week. A fresher attitude. Constant/steady change upwards. Settling in the still waters of Your Presence in my soul as it is in the heavens. What a life to live!

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

What is with our minds? Are we about to arrive at the end of our pursuit for that elusive happiness….?

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

Thursday, February 22, 2018 at 11:23 am.

Up and down the mind goes!

Father? You know my will is set to abide in You, but! I am a human being. I have to live in this insanity ridden world. Show, lead me, open my eyes, unplug my ears, what am I asking my Father?

One day I am so sure and certain. The next day? The day when the rain falls. The day when all things that can go wrong, go wrong. That day? O my Father, I lose my certainty, or, do I?

I have not been inclined to post since the 19th, and? Not inclined to post just yet. Lots is going on with my computer and my task to optimize thia-basilia.com.

Things that were no problem before, now? Big trouble. I can’t figure out what’s causing the problem. Thus I can’t figure out how to fix it.

It’s now 10:31 pm. been sleeping. O my Father? You know what goes on. I’m so uncomfortable. Nothing seems to be working, but! Nothing is like it seems to be.

I might go back to sleep. I’ll see if the MAMP installation works this time. If not I’ll go back under the covers. I wait on You.

Friday, February 23, 2018 at 3:22 am.

What’s with our minds….?

Another day. Another week is gone, O my Father! In  fact? This second month of 2018? Is about to go with the wind. It shall be no more, therefore!

A long way we have come from the beginning. Are we about to arrive at our final destination?

What is with our minds? Are we about to arrive at the end of our pursuit for that elusive happiness? Would that be the aim ingrained in our minds?

I sense, big time that it is so. The happy faces. The ringing laughter. The blasting flames of pain. The agony of defeat? It all is at its peak.

So many words written. So many words spoken. So many ideas. So many theories. So many dead end roads. Staggering dissolutions. Imaginations.

What Is Man That You Should Be Mindful Of Him?

(Job 7:17 AMPC+)  What is man that You should magnify him and think him important? And that You should set Your mind upon him? [Psa 8:4]

(Job 15:14 AMPC+)  What is man, that he could be pure and clean? And he who is born of a woman, that he could be right and just?

(Psalms 8:4 AMPC+)  What is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of [earthborn] man that You care for him?

(Psalms 144:3 AMPC+)  Master, what is man that You take notice of him? Or [the] son of man that You take account of him? [Job 7:17; Psa 8:4; Heb 2:6]

What are we, O my Father, what are we? Such an array of diversity. Such a bunch of discontented souls. Never satisfied. Never yet arrived. What are we, my Father?

Your Family—Your Intent For Our Creation. Your Lost Family In Restoration….?

In the tears of yesterday? Comes the strength of today.

The Family Unit? The strength of eternity.

The Plan Of Restoration To The Original Intent For Our Creation Is In Effect — To Be Loved. To Love. To be perfect.

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

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

 

Chapter III To Continue The Saga Of The Mother In The Family—A True Story.

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Indeed! Sadness. So often the Sadness is so intense, but! I quickly run to my Father to inquire, and? Quickly comes my Father’s reply:

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

Saturday, February 17, 2018 at 9:24 pm.

Your Presence sustains me come gloom or glee….!

Thanks, O my Father! No words to express my gratitude even while I am so cold that I can hardly type, but! Your Presence sustains me come gloom or glee!

I’m going on to edit and format Chapter III. That is if I don’t fall asleep in front of the screen. What a life! No problem. Just jolt myself awake enough to crawl in my cozy bed. Lol!

Sunday, February 18, 2018 at 5:41 am.

Ha! I did crawl in my cozy bed several times, why? I would wake up. I would try to continue my task to no avail. Back to crawl in my cozy bed until 4:45 am.

The still waters of Your Presence in my being came to mind….

I woke up and? I just laid there under my warm covers. I felt my body with thanksgiving in my heart. The still waters of Your Presence in my being came to mind.

The scene for the background in all You give me to record? Quite suitable to convey such Presence to the readers. What should the legend be?

Several legends came to mind. I got up. I fixed and ate my meal. I came to the computer.

Ha! Denise added a new picture in Facebook. I clicked to view it….

Quote: “Very quickly Sadness spoke up, “I AM.” Wow! What a message for my moment of deliberating on the legend for the background. Perhaps?

The still waters of the Great I AM Present in my soul. Come to His Presence all ye who are heavy laden with the cares of the insane world driving all to its insanity. Come. Rest….

Indeed! Sadness. So often the Sadness is so intense, but!

I quickly run to my Father to inquire, and? Quickly comes my Father’s reply:

Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart? Pause. Reflect. Could it be My child you are sensing My sadness? Could it My child that I do inhabit the praises from My children but My children do not inhabit in Me?

Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart, pause and reflect on the difference between your past considerations and aberrations and your present stand under My direction & control. Do you see your former self in all of these people? Do you realize now how, even though you had all of these people’s approval and admiration you were not satisfied? Do you see now the cause of all of your mental disorders? And, most important, do you see the difference between ‘good’ and ‘genuine’?”

Ah! O my Father—O Father of mine, I most certainly do! Most certainly I see it. I was ‘good’, perhaps my people considered me even better than the average ‘good’, so? They admired, they sought my company, they helped me. Me? In my part I reciprocated. Ha! That was the good Christian ‘good’ life of, Church attendance, Bible studies, abiding by all the rules of tithing, supporting one’s pastor, helping the poor, the orphans and the widows, witnessing to save souls, teaching or rather imposing such system in one’s children. Phew!

That was my ‘good’ life and testimony of how You, O my Father—O Father of mine, had brought me from a sordid past to an exemplary at that time present. What was wrong with that, O my Father—O Father of mine?

Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart, what do you see now about your ‘good’ life? Did I, at any time called you to be ‘good’? Or, at all times, did I not commanded you to be ‘perfect’ as I am perfect? How am I perfect? In My perfection, do not I deal with you in ways not good at all in the judgement of mankind? Do not I deal bad things to my good & righteous man? So, does My perfection equates to goodness in your understanding of goodness? Not at all. Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart, you are on to a good start.

I pause and reflect, O my Father—O Father of mine, I see, yes I see.

  • Goodness is a one sided attitude opposite to badness.
  • Perfection encompasses many sides.
  • Goodness is finite, it comes to an end.
  • Perfection is infinite, it never ends. Goodness is temporal. Perfection is eternal.
  • Man can achieve goodness.
  • Perfection is not achieved by any human effort.
  • Perfection is inherited from Your nature.
  • Perfection is not a human achievement.
  • Perfection is Your achievement in us.
  • Wow! What a good start.

O my Father—O Father of mine? If only I could pass on this interchange with You to all my former ‘good’ friends and relatives?

If only … Ah! What’s the sense in all my ‘if onlyies’? If only this or that only means I am looking for my own edification.

  • You are in control. No ifs. No doubts. In due time? You will do whatever needs to be done to get Your children, to get my people’s attention. I wait on You with patience & composure & hope.

Will share what comes next in the next post. Perhaps. Meantime and until the next post?

His love in my heart for you and for all stays there to stay for eternity, thiaBasilia. 🙂

 

Chapter 2 To Continue The Saga Of The Mother In The Family—A True Story.

 

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In that mental ward? I heard: “My People Perishes For Lack Of Knowledge or Understanding Of My Ways. You are here to learn. In the future your experience shall avail many.”

In Retrospect? My Parents Were Moral, Religious People ….

My parents were moral and religious people, with good intentions, and high moral standards. And they did love us.

Nevertheless, I will make the following statements based on what the Spirit of the Father/Creator has revealed to me in my latter days.

Explosive Revelation! My People Perishes For Lack Of Understanding Of My Ways….?

It was towards the end of 1985. I had suffered a total mental breakdown for the second time. Shivering and Clad with a blanket a kind worker had placed of my shoulders? I paced the mental ward in a public hospital in New Orleans, LA.

Shivering I paced along many others, some of them holding on to opened Bibles. Chanting. Smoking. Even cursing I watched, strangely? Undisturbed. It was then when I heard:

My People Perishes For Lack Of Knowledge or Understanding Of My Ways. You are here to learn. In the future your experience shall avail many.

That all happened some 33 years ago, and? As I am editing this chapter from my Autobiography, My Teacher reminds me of that incident to prick your interest on how things are developing since that time.

Lack Of Knowledge Of The Almighty’s Word….?

My parents were somehow confused about the Almighty’s Word. They were not totally ignorant about the Almighty’s Word, for they were Catholic Christians and they knew the basics of the Christian faith, but!

They were ignorant of the Truth of  the Almighty’s Word. They were not totally ignorant people, for they had a certain amount of formal education.

In fact, my father, I understand, did speak English. Although, as I recollect very distinctively how one of his sons, Miguelito, who spoke English quite well, used to kid about papa’s English.

For myself? I couldn’t have told you whether my father did or did not spoke English, because?

Well, because I hadn’t had the foggiest idea about any other languages at the time. I was quite enchanted with my own language to worry about English or anything else, even to worry about my father’s education or linguistic ability.

The point being that my people were not ignorant people. Perhaps un-educated, yes. But, what good education would have done?

The Ignorance Of The Truth In The Almighty’s Word? The Cause And Effect Of Mine And This Insanity Ridden World….

It was not ignorance of the Almighty, or lack of goodly ways either, for I grew up in a goodly and moral environment, more so than the modern environment of this day and age.

I remember one time, I shall never forget it. My grandmother taught us to pray. We used to have prayer meetings often.

It was hard to pray because we had to kneel in the dirt floor for a long time and go through the whole “rosary”. (The rosary beads prayer).

On top of that? My grandmother did not know the exact format to pray the rosary. So, they, the grown-ups had to keep saying back and forth “no, not that way, we forgot to say this or that, let’s start over again from ….”

Oh man! Poor old kiddos with the knees on that dirt! So, when I went away “into the wide world yonder” of the little country town nearest to my father’s land, to “Boarding School” in pursuit of an education, when I came home for break?

I was most enthusiastic about bringing my grandmother the “educated way of prayer.” My grandmother listened carefully and with a kind but firm tone of voice she said something to the effect,

“That’s very good, I am very glad that you have learned, and now that you know how to pray, would you go ahead and pray, my dear daughter?”

For goodness’s sake! I wasn’t the one interested in praying. All I wanted was to teach her the format of the rosary so that I wouldn’t have to pray for such a long time, but!

It was a hopeless situation, she was too far gone to the judgment of a 10-year-old’s evaluation of her education. To my judgment? She couldn’t be educated nor convinced to make things a little easier for us children.

So, I quit giving instructions to my grandmother right there and then, I wasn’t dumb, I knew her meaning.

So, it was not ignorance of the Almighty. For my grandmother was a righteous woman. But she got set in her idea of the Almighty concerning discipline because, she didn’t know the Truth of the the Almighty’s Word.

Ignorance. Rebellion? A Pair To Follow Me Most Of My Life.

The conflict became even more severe as I grew older, because I, also, grew up ignorant.

  1. Ignorant of The Almighty’s Word.
  2. Driven by the spirit of rebellion.
  3. Rebellion? Ingrained in the human being at birth.
  4. Rebellion imbedded in our human nature
  5. Imbedded in me. Adequately nurtured with the poison of rejection/fear.
  6. Producing the emotional wounds from my early childhood’s sufferings.

I knew why my grandmother was so mean and distrustful of me. Why she would punish me so severely? Several reasons:

  • She had taught me about moral values and good behavior, but!
  • Though I wanted to live up to what my grandmother had taught me? I failed miserably to do so.
  • Yes, I knew in my heart it was the right way to live, even so?
  • I was not able to live up to those standards.
  • I kept falling short of her expectations.
  • That is why grandmother would punish me.
  • That’s what I knew.

What I Didn’t Know Was That All Human Beings Have The Same Passions And Problems.

I didn’t know that we are all born with the spirit of rebellion imbedded in our natures, without the ability to be good. Despite the many considered ‘good’ by this world’s standards.

Therefore, when I failed to live up to the standards that I was expected to live as I was growing up, I felt that I was the only one to be so bad.

I felt that I was the most wicked person in the whole world because I kept falling short not only from what grandmother had taught me but also from what it seemed to be the standards of every grown up that became involved in my life as I was growing up.

I kept falling short even from what I knew in my heart to be the right way of living, my own standards.

Emotionally Disturbed? Yes, According To The Jargon Of The Psychiatrist’s World. Actually….?

Whence, I grew up emotionally disturbed, according to the jargon of the Psychiatrist’s World; actually, the truth of the matter?

The spirit of rebellion imbedded in my nature gave way to many other evils that were to assail me during long periods of my life.

No one human had been able to deliver me ….

For better than 20 years I had undergone treatment for mental health, and even though I had received excellent treatment from many outstanding psychiatrists and mental health caretakers?

Not a single one had been able to free me from the bondage of what they called “emotional disturbance” or “emotional disability.” But!

The Truth of the Almighty’s Word did set me free permanently and forever in a matter of a moment.

What is that Truth to deliver me?

The truth of our dual existence with two natures—the nature of our Almighty Creator and the nature of our birth into this world under the dominion of Satan for the time being.

That’s The Truth That Set Me Free….

Now? I am free indeed, to the glory and the honor only of the Almighty Father Creator of the Universe and all there in including us human beings.

The Purpose For My Story….?

And to testify about that Truth that set me free, is the purpose of this story, the story of my life.

Evil spirits rooted in the strong man of self-condemnation, self-rejection, self-pity and many cavorting demons tightened a grip on my soul that drove me to lose my mind in two occasions in my life, but!

That’s the darkness I had to come across to appreciate the magnificent Light emanating from the Presence of the Father/Creator within my being. In Him there is no darkness.

And That’s To Be The Subject For The Next Chapter In This Unique Saga.

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

Chapter 1 To Continue The Grand Saga Of The Mother In The Family—A True Story.

Where Did It All Began? In “Vega Grande.” Don Miguel’s Domain and Terrain….

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It began in a beautiful hole in the back of beyond Guatemala, called “Vega Grande.” Don Miguel’s domain….

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

It’s Friday, February 16, 2018 at 12:53 am. Finish posting. Going to sleep now.

Wake up at 3:31 am.

Saturday, February 17, 2018 at 12:25 am.

Father? You know what’s going on in the search to optimize The Family—A True Story. I will turn off the computer. Unplug it. Go to bed, and? Hope You give Your beloved sleep.

It’s 4:31 am. Thanks my Father for the much needed sleep. Today it’s supposed to rain, but! The rain has not started yet. I woke up with one thought in mind. Oh?

One thought, Where Did It All Began? Chapter 1 To Continue The Grand Saga Of The Mother In The Family—A True Story.

From The Original Autobiography ….

I was born in a beautiful hole in the back of beyond Guatemala, called “Vega Grande.” My birth was recorded in Spanish by hand in the books of The Registrar,

“Nombre Basilia Licona nacida en Los Amates, Departamento de Izabal, el 14 de Junio de 1939 a las 3 de la manana. Nombre del padre Miguel J. Licona. Nombre de la madre, M. Teresa Zarceno. Registrada en el libro 28, folio 275.”

In that beautiful hole where I was born, I remember how my father would import a “maestra” (teacher) from the city to come and teach everybody, grown-ups and children as well, how to read, write and arithmetic.

It was like having an in-house teacher because of the seclusion of the land no worker could commute on daily basis, so she had to live with us.

Everybody lived in the land, family and relatives as well as field workers, servants and their families and the “Maestra” (Teacher). Her name? Dona Julia.

Awful, grotesque memories about play time to haunt me for many, many years.

School time at that time must not have been bad, because I don’t recollect any bad memories about it.

But there were awful memories about play time. Those grotesque memories were the first of many other painful memories that were to haunt me for many, many years.

Those were the memories that bound me in the chains of rejection and fear from which no psychiatrist in 20 years could set me free.

Those memories, as I recollect, were the severe beatings and shamming that I suffered because of sexual promiscuity among the group of children that were the nucleus in the environment of my early childhood.

We were a group of children, ranging in ages from babies to 13 years, both girls and boys.

It was not that we were so terrible wicked, as it was…?

It was not that we were so terrible wicked, as it was that we did not have adequate supervision.

We were allowed to run like wild goats just to get us out of the grown-ups way, for all grown-ups had lots of work so there was nobody to watch us when we were out of school at play time; yet, when we were caught in any misdemeanor?

We were whipped and shamed. We were whipped and shamed, and we were left there like wicked, hopeless criminals.

Nobody seemed to know that there was such thing as the loving discipline which God approves or God’s forgiveness, for nobody seemed to know too much about the Word of God.

I became the escape goat among the whole group, why?

We were not brought up in God’s way and I, it seems to me as I recollect the grotesque mess, was the one that became the escape goat among the whole group, why?

Because, I had, from an early age, an impulsive nature, a good imagination and a bright mind, but! I lacked common sense.

I was gullible from early childhood. I could figure out more than one way to get myself into trouble but not any way out of trouble.

So, I was the one who always got caught to suffer severe punishment. Punishment that caused me not just the mere suffering of physical pain, but!

Something even more painful and tragic yet, the suffering of deep emotional wounds that would remain bleeding for many, many years to come.

My parents were moral and religious people, with good intentions, and high moral standards.

But above all, and despite the wounds that I suffered because of the treatment that I received from my parents?

That treatment was not imposed upon me in hate, for my parents were not hateful, nor wicked irresponsible beings.

My parents were moral and religious people, with good intentions, and high moral standards. And they did love us. Nevertheless? The saga shall continue in the next chapter.

Waiting For Good Results? Waiting For Promises To Materialize? No Need! ….

Dear Reader, something good is already happening. I mean something really, really good is already happening within my being. It’s happening in my surroundings. Oh?

Perhaps, the main thing happening? The Spirit within my being has moved me to express myself to my Father with genuine humility. What do I mean?

I mean I no longer ask for any material thing. I simply confess my distress and frustrations adding to my confession:

“I do not know what to ask or how to ask. I do not know what is it that I need, but! You do my Father. Show me what to do. Give me the power to do whatever You want me to do. I do not want to live by my willful ways. I deny myself. I wait on You.”

It’s uncanny how the Father/Creator responds to His Spirit within my being. Immediately! All my distress and frustrations halt, like magic!

Power. Wisdom. Discernment. Peace. Certainty. Joy inexplicable. Intense genuine love from above? It all, sustain—suspend me above this insanity ridden world that we inhabit.

On that note? I close this first chapter of my life’s saga. Meantime and until the next post? His love in my heart for you and for all stays there to stay for eternity, thiaBasilia. 🙂