Failure

Failure is important in your life.

Without relishing the bitter taste of your failure, You’ll never get the sweet taste of your success.

Failure doesn’t break you down, But failure makes you stronger and solid.

Don’t scare of your failure. Make your failure as the stepping stone of your great success.

Discover the new ways of your grand success and glory on the path of your greatest failures.

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Yesterday in my post I wrote about the Psychological Concept of Synchronicity as explained by Carl Jung.

Synchronicity does not have fundamental empirical evidence to support it as a “force.” This was pointed out on by reader of the post in a well written comment. However, my Buddha Quote Onepost was not about proving the existence of Synchronicity. Both the primer post and this post are to explain the concept and why I believe it is a “force”–at least in my life–despite the lack of empirical evidence.

Having laid out the bare basics of the theory my personal experience is next.

Let me start by backing up.

I apologize.  This is my third guest post on Success Inspirers’ World site.  I failed to give an introduction as I am a new writer to the site. Given this opportunity to introduce myself I also can wrap in the context and background of where my belief in Synchronicity developed.

When I first started my WordPress Blog, acliddle.blog, I talked about my Spiritual Path in a two part post.  The overall theme of my site is to share the journey of how I became a writer and how my characters’ stories continue to develop, how I continue to develop as a writer. I have been writing stories since I was in first grade.  I have had a love of reading since long before grade school. My grandfather read me nursery rhymes at bed time. Each year at Christmas time, until I was ten years old, I was coaxed into the retelling of the story of the Nativity, which I did from memory for the first time when I was three years old.  The need, the drive, the passion to be a storyteller, a writer, is in my soul.

I believe in messages. Not necessarily from an outside presence.  One way these messages manifest to me is through Synchronicity. Most of the my experiences of Synchronicity are positive and good fortune coming into my life. However, there have times which were negative, karma if one chooses the label, showing me my choice of not cursing or wishing ill on someone who had harmed me was the right choice.

The best example of karma in motion was when I was unexpectedly terminated from my position as Administrative Assistant for a Church. The pastor who was my boss had graduated from seminary and was going through the Ordination Process to be Ordained Full Clergy in June of that year.  The Church only does Ordination once a year and usually the person passes the first time. When I was terminated I was not given a reason for my termination.

Fortunately for me I have an amazing support system and was able to bounce back.

In the first six months after my departure the pastor did not pass her Ordination, had a fender bender which was bad enough the insurance opted to total her car, and broke her ankle in same accident. I wished no ill. Prayed no vengeance against my boss. I genuinely felt bad for her when I found out these things happened. She has since gone on to be ordained, gotten married and has children. Yet, at the time she wronged me, the Universe balanced the books.

For many years I believed in Serendipity instead of Synchronicity. Happy accidents.  Luck. Those times were mainly during my teens. As I matured, studied Buddhism and became more conscious of my thoughts and actions Synchronicity started to make more sense.

The Secret and The Circle touch on a version of Synchronicity. Since the 1970’s, if not earlier, the idea of Positive Thinking has become a large, almost mainstream movement. Some mock the idea, some are fanatic about it, most do whatever they can to make money off of it.

People who are fanatical, as those who are vehement critics, both miss the mark.  As a believer of a Middle Way and everything in moderation, taking the principle ideas of Synchronicity, The Secret, The Circle, and other teachings and using them to adapt my worldview is the best practice I have found.  I do not go to the extreme of shunning every sick person or sitting on my butt day in and day out without activity toward making my wish a reality.  At the same time I don’t dismiss the ideas as whimsical or vapid. Instead, I use the knowledge gained to guide my activity, making conscious choices in my actions, thoughts, and speech.

The most recent Synchronistic events happened in the last couple of weeks.  Since I am currently unemployed I have been focusing my attention back on the *Bear and Hunter* book series I co-author.  Though we are nowhere near being able to afford the making of an audiobook I like to do my research ahead of time.  So I have been looking into what it takes and how much it would cost to record and distribute.  One day I happened to catch a friend of mine at his home. We have not been able to get together and really talk for several months.  He happened to be off and his house is on the main drag of the town.  I drove by after going to the store and was on my way home.  So I got to talk to him. At the same time I have started therapy online. I talk to a counselor over the phone.  I have had three sessions at this point.

When I was a little girl my grandmother, as part of her ministry, would take me around to nursing homes and make me sing for old people. Fortunately for her I am a Leo so I wasn’t too traumatized by these memories.  As I grew older I continued to show fearlessness in front of an audience. By high school I was doing vocal lessons and in band, choir and Speech and Drama. Quite by accident (a story for a later time) I discovered I was good at public speaking and people liked the sound of my speaking voice as well as my singing voice.

Keeping all of this in mind, earlier this week on Wednesday, I was talking to my therapist.  She knows I am not working but my unemployment is not the issue I am currently tackling.  As a completely unrelated tangent (again this was only the third time we had spoken on the phone) she asked me if I had thought about doing voice over work, i.e. recording for audio books. She says I have a pleasant voice which she would pay to listen to me read one of her favorite authors so I should give it a shot.

I was looking to find someone to be the voice of our book, not the other way around.  Yet, this was an intriguing possibility my therapist had suggested.  It has potential.  The friend who I finally reconnected with the other day happens to do DJ work and has equipment and software to record and edit.

As I am writing this post, my friend is editing a sample of my recordings to post on ACX. In the span of a little over a week I had the thought of creating an audiobook, had it suggested I record audiobooks, and reconnected with a friend who has the resources to record my voice.

While this is the not the neon-lit eureka moment story to convince die hard skeptics of Synchronicity it is for me the latest example of how being conscious of the moment, of keeping a positive outlook, and of going with “gut-feeling” or “little voice” can lead to a new and good things in life.

The burden of secrets

This post is in response to the “Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge, Week 13

This week’s theme is – Weight’

The rules are:–

  1. Only one submission per user is allowed.
  2. You must link the original in order to be considered for the competition, i.e. pingback your post to the post.
  3. Word limit is strictly 100 words.

Her shoulders could no longer bear the weight of the secret that she had been holding for so long. Nightmares flooded her happy and melancholic memories. Regret filled her eyes as her life passed through her head. She dissected the guilt, the anger and the viciousness that she felt, and she realized that the double life that she had been living caught up with her. She could no longer contain the feelings of disgust, confusion and frustration when she thought of the love that she held for her colleague, a woman, despite being a straight married woman for 10 years.

You can check out my series of thoughts on the theme of  “Perfection”:

“I wanted to be perfect!”

“What is Perfection?”

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I’m back to writing with a flash fiction!

Here’s my take on the July 5 prompt.

Granny Ruth made the best cookies in the world. They were sweet, crunchy and filled with chocolate chips. Alice was staying at her grand-mother’s place for the holidays, and though she already had her share of cookies for the day, she wanted more. She had seen a cookie box on a table in Granny Ruth’s room, so she tiptoed in and tried to reach the box, pushing from the sides, for the box was too far from the edge of the table. The box fell and all she found were buttons, small, big, patterned and flower-shaped instead of cookies.

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A Stranger From The Present

She reluctantly opened her eyes at the sound of the alarm clock that read 6.30am. It was a difficult task, getting out of bed with just about two hours of sleep. But she couldn’t give any more excuses to be off from work. This had become a habit.

Her worst mistake from the past, haunted her like a haunted house, she had to visit and revisit every single night. She never realized that with every day that passes she was far and away from it, one day at a time. Well, time heals they say.

But still, it all felt new and fresh as the day it happened. That night too, was no exception.

She watched herself ignoring her best friend’s calls for a stupid reason. The next day morning the news hit her like a bullet to the chest. If she had just picked up the call, her best friend would have been alive. Apparently, the demons of her best friend’s life had an upper hand that night. She had lost the fight.

“Why are you still here?” Someone from behind asked her but all she could see was darkness.

“Who’s there?” She asked, confused.

“Who am I?” The voice laughed. “You don’t belong here anymore”.

She did not understand. She kept staring into the dark. May be she would have waited for someone to appear.

“I’m your Past. You don’t belong here anymore.”

“If I had just picked up…” words crumbled and her eyes welled.

“Her fate was cruel. Yes. But you couldn’t have changed it whatever you had done. It is not your fault. For years you have visited and now you are no more than a stranger from the Present. You can now go back there to live your life in peace.”

She stood there, million thoughts overwhelming her but the voice was gone.

She slowly opened her eyes when her alarm sang. The air smelled fresh and sweet and she knew that it was going to be a good morning, that day and every day there after.

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What Is This? A Post In Honor To My Brother Ngobesing Suh Romanus’ Humble Spirit And Immense Compassion…

 

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

Friday, March 30, 2018 at 2:16 pm.

Purpose for this Post….?

This post is to confirm that really? I am not a wacko. My doings sound kind of wacky, but! That’s part of the destiny assigned unto me.

My Brother supporting the task assigned unto me? Confirms. Reassures. If to no one else? To my own self, the fact to be exact, I am not a wacko after all!

Phew! What a relief! Despite my doubts and fears or anyone elses’? The Father/Creator has placed me in SIWO, and there? His plan of restoration for the original intent for our creation is taking place. Amazing!

A Comment…

thiaBasilia 4:19 pm on January 9, 2017

My Brother,
Wonder if you will get to read this. First thing, as I told you before, your humble spirit and immense compassion are engraved in my heart. I see in you the esteem of my Father. Remember that.

I am now spending my time right here. What an honor! Two years we have been following each other. Why not coming to your blog before? Hum! Father has His plan. I do my best to mess Him up. I do my best to carry on my own but, very subtle, Father pays no mind to my whims!

I tried to get in when you first offered this great opportunity but! It did not happen. Why? It was not Father’s time. Now it is His time. This is the place He had planned for me to continue with His plan.

I will shut for the stars. I will share the dream He has placed in my heart. Hope I am not out of place. Here it goes.

Committed To Speak To Proclaim Truth? Yes, That I Am. Ready To Head For Bed? That I Am As Well.

Saturday, November 26, 2016 at 3:54 am
O my Father—O Father of mine? Thanks, for You have caused sleep to come my way for quite a few hours since yesterday. Sleep is a healing for the body. Now, where was I? Ah! Lamenting the impossibilities for mankind.

Even so? No two ways about it. Mankind is naturally inclined to achieve the impossible. Millions succeed in such quest. So, what’s the use to rehash the matter? The whole world is in a euphoric state of victory even in the sight of the disastrous conditions that surrounds us all, and?

“Poor Basilia”!

The Almighty Loving Father/Creator gives her a glimpse of restored areas to house the chosen while waiting for Yahushua’s return. Areas beaming with organic fields yielding vegetables & fruits free from harming chemicals to our minds & bodies. Flowering gardens for the bees to produce honey for the survival of the chosen. Areas where the chickens and the goats and the cows are not injected with chemicals geared to slowly kill the chosen, but! “Poor Basilia” is only able to see the impossibility of it all.

Regardless! Despite “Poor Basilia’s” limited outlook, with infinite love & patience, Father Yah teaches and guides His child. 

O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart? No need! No need! No need for impossibilities! I am with you and for you.

Isaiah 41:9-10 You whom I [the Master] have taken from the ends of the earth and have called from the corners of it, and said to you, You are My servant–I have chosen you and not cast you off [even though you are exiled].

Fear not [there is nothing to fear], for I am with you; do not look around you in terror and be dismayed, for I am your Almighty. I will strengthen and harden you to difficulties, yes, I will help you; yes, I will hold you up and retain you with My [victorious] right hand of rightness and justice.

Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! What kind of help do I need right now my Father, O my Father—O Father of mine? Perhaps help to wait. Perhaps incentive to do whatever it takes to occupy myself while I wait? Perhaps a way to get some honey? Perhaps a way to warm up my cold body?

Perhaps All I Need Is To Set My Gaze On You….?

Ah! My Father, O my Father—O Father of mine?

  • Perhaps all I need is to set my gaze on You.
  • Perhaps to consider all the work done in my heart and the heart of all by the power of Your love is all I need!

Saturday, November 26, 2016 at 1:36 pm.

Is turning out to be a very productive day. Once I set my gaze on You, automatically You gave me the incentive to do things I had left undone. I am now ready to close this post with a note of hope. It’s true. The project described above is not far from becoming a reality but! The project is of a magnitude not conceived in “Poor Basilia” mind.

Even so, as I pause & reflect, I see the immensity of the work already accomplished ….?

Even so, as I pause & reflect, I see the immensity of the work already accomplished in the hearts of Ahmad & yours truly. I see also our gifts. Ahmad is a gifted promoter of good causes. His heart is set one way: help the underdog. Me? Likewise, yeah, I am always looking out for my wants but, that does not stop me for the main purpose in my life, to love & help.

Beyond My Conception ….?

Now, it is Father promise to help us, to give us the means to bring such project to pass. How He is to do it? It’s somewhat beyond my conception. But in Psalms 37 He promises,

For yet a little while, and the evildoers will be no more; though you look with care where they used to be, they will not be found. But the meek in the end shall inherit the earth and shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace.

The wicked plot against the uncompromisingly righteous—the upright in right standing with the Master; they gnash at them with their teeth. The Master laughs at the wicked, for He sees that their own day of defeat is coming.

The wicked draw the sword and bend their bows to cast down the poor and needy, to slay those who walk uprightly—blameless in conduct and in conversation. The swords of the wicked shall enter their own hearts, and their bows shall be broken.

Better is the little that the uncompromisingly righteous have than the abundance of possessions of many who are wrong and wicked. For the arms of the wicked shall be broken, but the Master upholds the consistently righteous.

The Master knows the days of the upright and blameless, and their heritage will abide forever. They shall not be put to shame in the time of evil; and in the days of famine they shall be satisfied. But the wicked shall perish, and the enemies of the Master shall be as the fat of lambs that is consumed in smoke and as the glory of the pastures. They shall vanish; like smoke shall they consume away.

If you reading these lines…..?

Indeed! If you are reading these lines, no doubt you belong in the upright and blameless not because you are upright and blameless by your own efforts but, because Father is doing that work in you as it shall be revealed in due time.

My Tribe….?

Thus, it is my hope for you to become a member of my tribe—a united group of like-minded individuals with a  purpose in this life. Let’s all rejoice & be glad for our restoration is in the making for sure!

His love in my heart for all, thiaBasilia. 

My Brother, as you can see ….?

Father has already build me ‘My Tribe’ as you invited me to become an Author in SIWO. For the last few months He has sent my way many excellent teachers to teach me the way to make money with my gifted writing skills. Father tells me: ‘Do what they tell you but! Don’t do what they do. Write & publish. I’ll do the rest.’

So, there you have it my precious brother. I have come to My Tribe because Father is doing the rest. Hahaha! HalleluYah! Looking forward for whatever Father has for all of us. It’s no longer “Poor Basilia”. I am sporting the wealth of 50 likes in less than 2 days. Is it not Father’s work or what?

Much love for all, thiaBasilia. End of comment.

Much is happening since I posted last. The intended post for today is on hold until next time. When that shall be? I don’t know. Things are happening in the most unexpected good ways of the Father/Creator. My task? Write. Publish. Optimize. Wait for my Father to  do the rest. Title for next post?

“Positive Direction From On High. I Have Not Known How To Approach The Matter Of Self-Love Without Offending Or Alienating Anyone.”

That is if that is the Father’s plan for me to post next. Meantime and until the next post? His love in my heart for you and for all stays there to stay for eternity, thiaBasilia.

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.