Everybody gets to rejoice with me now, No exceptions! No more the grumpy face of the last few days. Even my gout is rejoicing with me!


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

Saturday, March 24, 2018 at 3:54 pm

What Is It With The Push To ‘Love Ourselves’?

No it’s nothing wrong with loving ourselves. In fact we are supposed to do so. Why now the passionate ‘push? Maybe we are swimming in reverse.

We been swimming in the seas of hate for ourselves plus the fuss so long, so long. Now we are swimming in the seas of love and peace and all beautiful as it is to belong

Do we realize why we swim at all?

Why we swim the turbulent waters as well as the peaceful ones? Why we do what we do one way or the other?

Sure! Many have figured out such a puzzle, but!

Not many I hear tell what it should be told. As a whole is not a matter of love or hate. That’s only the buds of the root with no debate.

The root? No debate?

There is hate. Yes, the core of all our doings with no exception. With much perception. Indeed! The root of all our universal problems is ANGER, but not just anger in the general sense of the word. NAY!

What is ANGER   ?

Anger is the killer of all our good and noble intentions as well as the killer of the most depraved and corrupted ones, but!

What specifically kind of anger has come to my knowledge only recently?

  • We are ANGRY at two beings in our lives.
  1. The Mighty Being Who created us.
  2. The woman that gave birth to us.

Preposterous! No way! We love and take care of mom. We bless her. We go out of our way to show our love to our moms. Indeed we do!

And the Creator? For goodness sake! Don’t I see the most fantastic demonstrations of worship?

The music. The great sacrifices. The offerings. Wow! How can we be angry with a deity we claim to be ‘love’?

Ah! But we are. I never saw this before as I am seeing it now. Think about it dear reader, why all this amazing demonstrations of love for those two beings in our lives?

Granted, some mothers are well deserving of such love as we see fit, but whether the mother deserves it or not we feel compelled to love her. We go out of the way to show such love.

And we are angry with mother? And the Creator? Don’t we even sacrificed our lives to serve and honor Him? But! We are angry with both of them.

How can that be? How can we be angry with such Beings?

That’s what the Father/Creator has been driving at by letting us stew in our anger until we cry ‘uncle!’ Until we hit bottom just like any addicted one would do to overcome the addiction.

What is ANGER?

Anger is an addiction that no human being can really conquer. You’ll see. How long shall take for you to see? That’s the question and the answer I have no business meddling with.

The question and the answer I have no business meddling with. …?

I have greater matters in my way—gout pain? Much greater than meddling with somebody’s else’s gout! I am going on! Victory at last! Even my gout is rejoicing with me!

I been totally frustrated with my designing skills, but! Just now? I accomplished close to what I want to accomplish! Hahaha! HalleluYah! Take a look: https://www.thia-basilia.com/

Everybody gets to rejoice with me now, NO EXCEPTIONS! No more the grumpy face of the last few days. Even my gout is rejoicing with me! How ’bout you? And? How you been my dear Reader?

How is about a comment not just an awesome?

Even a couple of lines insulting me will come in handy. Hahaha! I’m a bundle of contradictions. Honestly.

One moment I am hassling the complementors like Ngobese. The next moment? I’m relishing his compliments. The next moment? I rather be insulted than complimented!

O dear! There is a time and a place to accommodate all my contradictions, and? A time and a place for yours as well.

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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Monday, March 12, 2018 at 12:15 am.

Another Monday. Is anything changing? I’m still in the dark somehow on what to post, but! Just now I’m beginning to see.

Man O men! Your ways are so high! So deep! Yet? So visible like the roots of the tree You have chosen to exhibit in the graphics of Your choice. On to graphic the matter.

Dear Reader, be on the LOOK OUT! What’s coming next is so high! So deep! Yet? So visible! You shall see!

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

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.

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.

 

The Judgement

Charles sat half asleep at his desk. Sociology 102 started at 8:30 am three days a week. That would typically be easy, but he had to take a nighttime chemistry lab until 10 pm on Thursdays. So, every Friday started the same way for Charles. He was blurry eyed, blurry headed, and wishing he could still be in his dorm bunk. Charles never complained to anyone about his schedule though. After two tours in the middle east with the Army, he was ready for something early in the morning that would not threaten his life.

Professor Paula Downleven walked in and Charles, along with the rest of the class, sat up. Suddenly the room was filled with the commotion of laptops being pulled out until Paula hollered above the din, “Stop!”

Charles and the others stopped what they were doing. Frozen like obedient dogs, waiting for the next command. “Please return your laptops and notebooks to your bags. I have something special planned today.”

The professor had the students call out numbers one or two. Then she divided the class into two groups. Next, she had them move their desks to one side of the classroom or the other so they could sit and face one another. Then she turned to the group on the left and spoke to them.

“I have put you here because I have assayed your worth to me as students. Unfortunately, you have all fallen short in my class and can expect to fail.”

Next, she turned to the group on the right and spoke.

“I have put you here because I have assayed your worth to me as students. Fortunately, you have met the bar and can expect an ‘A’ for the semester.”

Although Charles was in the passing group, he felt confused. The semester was only halfway over. How could she come up with that assessment? He raised his hand, and Dr. Downleven pointed his direction. “Do you have a question, Charles?”

Charles replied, “Yes. I am curious as to what criteria you used?”

Paula smiled and ask, “What do you care? You’re passing.”

Charles nodded and continued. “I am, but I’m confused. We are only partway through the semester, and we have not had our first exam yet. Our research papers, which count for fifty-percent of our grade, have not even been written. I’m just trying to understand the new rules.”

Paula nodded, looked to her left, pointed at George, and said, “George, you trade places with Charles.”

Charles was indignant. The professor was punishing him just for asking a logical question. He would not allow himself to fail a class because of somebody’s ego. He had to put with that in the military, but he would not put up with it here. Charles protested, “I will not change places until you explain to me, and all of us, what is going on.”

George had already crossed the room by the time Charles was finished. George looked down at Charles and expected him to get up and move. Instead, Charles gave him a stare that sent George shooting back across the room.

The professor took control. “Charles, you either give up your seat now or never come back to my classroom.”

Charles stood, George began to go back, but stopped we he saw Charles not walking away, but merely standing up. Another student, named Denise, who was near Charles, spoke up. “I think Charles is right, we should understand what is going on here.”

With that Paula had George take Denise’s desk, and Denise stomped across the room to the failure side. Charles had seen enough, “Please, Dr. Downleven, we are just trying to understand what you are showing us. What are you trying to teach us today?”

Paula crossed her arms. “Who said I’m teaching you anything? This is my classroom, and I can do as I please. If I decide I am going to assay each student by a random set of variables, that’s my right to do so.”

Charles shook his head and answered, “No, ma’am. Nobody has a right to judge others that way just because they have a title. You’re not qualified to judge us by anything but our school work.”

She smiled, “I’m sorry, Charles. You must not have read the contract you signed to be in my class.” With that Paula turned on the overhead. The three-page contract all the students had sign was on the screen. She pointed to the third line of the third page and spoke, “Do you see what that says? I understand Professor Downleven has the right to assay, assess, or judge any number of variables when deciding my grade for this class. You signed that Charles.”

Charles nodded, but inside he was cursing both himself and her. He worked to keep his emotions under control and answered, “I did, but I never thought you would use this agreement for something like this. I know five students on the failure side who have worked their butts off in your class, and you have given them positive feedback.”

Paula shrugged her shoulders, “Nevertheless, I make the decisions. Because you have challenged my authority, I choose that you should fail, so do move on over. I’ll let you pick your replacement.”

Charles’ face began to turn red. He decided it was time to escalate things. “I have a better idea. I’m going to leave and speak with the Dean. I’ll let him decide.”

Paula shrugged, and Charles snatched up his laptop bag and barged out the door. He could hear arguments begin to start up as the door to the classroom shut. Charles’ pace never slowed until he got to the Dean’s office. To his surprise, the administrator pointed him in the direction of the office door and told him to go directly inside.

Dean Williams sat on a couch in his office with a fresh cup of coffee. A nearby table had a new pot and several mugs. He smiled when he saw Charles, “Ah, Charles, I knew you would be first. Please, grab a mug and relax with me. Oh, and if you like donuts there are some over there to the left.”

Although he was confused, Charles gladly accepted the free coffee and donuts. He took a seat on the couch next to Dean Williams. “I’m confused by all of this,” confessed Charles.

Williams chuckled for a moment and then composed himself. “I’m sorry, the first one always is, and yet here you are. It’s a simple lesson really. Professor Downleven is helping you all understand the dangers of putting too much control or power into the hands of any one person. Normally it’s the losers who protest first, but I bet her twenty dollars if she put you with the winners you would be the first one to leave.”

“What happens now?” Asked Charles.

“We wait and get fat.” Joked the Dean.

Time rolled by and a total of five more students came in, and finally the professor. Dean Williams shook his head, “There was a time when the entire class would be jammed into the offices and told they passed the test. This is disturbing. Dr. Downleven, all the other students simply complied?”

Paula nodded and said, “Yes. They spent more time arguing with each other about who was right and wrong than they did arguing with me.”

The dean frowned. “It looks like you have your work cut out for you tomorrow.”

Paula nodded, handed the dean a twenty-dollar bill, and then grabbed some coffee and a bear claw.


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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. 🙂

What Is It That Helps Me To Overcome It All? Perhaps It’ll Help Someone Else. Hope. There Is Always Hope…. Part 1.

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Tuesday, January 23, 2018 at 2:51 pm.

My Routine, but! Always? Heading for the best in the future …

O My Father—O Father Of Mine? I posted early this morning. Been perfecting the site all day, but! Mainly? Been wondering how and where You are leading me to go.

I’m at peace. Still, fears are inevitable in these uncertain times that we are going through. I enjoyed Ahmad’s visit this morning.
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Last Post? Half Of My Readers I Lost. This Post? Perhaps I’ll Lose The Other Half! No Matter What? I Will Continue To Proclaim Truth And Fact….

The vastness of the spirutual world

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Monday, January 22, 2018 at 5:44 am.

What Gives With All Our Idiosyncrasies? Our Affinity Or Natural Attraction To The Vastness Of The Spiritual World. That’s What Gives! Another Explosive Revelation….

Wow! Another to me explosive revelation. Why? For years I been wondering what’s with all this blatant immorality and the world’s tolerance of such?

For years I have been wondering what’s with all the most beautiful and kind religious leaders that have been so kind to me, but! They do not abide by Yahushua’s words. Quote:

Unless your Creator does the work? You laborers work in vain. Lean not in your own understanding. Unless you become obedient and trusting liken a little child? You cannot enter the Kingdom of heaven. Unless the Father calls? No one can come to Me. All things come to pass on the Father’s time–not a minute before or after.

Dear Reader, we must quit our trying to be good and righteous. We must wait. All our efforts to live by the Scriptures result in self-righteousness–the sin of the righteous.

In His time? Father Yah convicts and restores. Under His conviction? One acknowledges one’s sin unto HIM. The result? It’s all recorded in previous posts.

Observe. Pause. Reflect. Do it again and again. I observe the parade of beauty and peace and unconditional love.

I observe the homosexual issue. Several of my acquaintance in that number. Good hearted, kind sort of individuals struggling for acceptance.

Struggling for acceptance? But they are now generally accepted, why the struggle? That’s the explosive revelation to me this morning.

Let’s not kid ourselves. No matter the world of acceptance and the amoral society of tolerance, still! The homosexual? Just do not fit in! No way! No way can we fit a circle into a square. Why?

O for goodness sake! I don’t know why, but! I don’t have to know. What it is, is, regardless whether I know it or not.

That’s the problem—the insistence in knowing. We have to know. We demand knowledge. We pay high price to obtain that knowledge. We pursue knowledge as the basis not only for survival of the fittest but also for the basis to produce.

Angel impostors roam looking for bodies to possess….

What is it that I now see? What is this explosive revelation of this morning? The impostors angels of light and angels of righteousness inhabiting our minds therefore, our bodies! WHAT?

Indeed! The vastness of the spiritual world is the roaming grounds for impostors angels of light and of righteousness. What ‘angels of light and righteousness’ am I talking about?

The evil spirits posing as angels. They roam body less and invisible to the naked eye. They roam looking for human bodies to possess.

Disguised as angels? They have succeeded to subdue so many unsuspecting good and kind individuals. Wow! Now I understand my dilemma with the thema.

Multitudes Subdued….

Multitudes have been lured into the spiritual world by the impostors’ angels of light. That’s the multitude now marching claiming love and acceptance of everything moral or otherwise, but!

How the multitude of religious good and righteous people gets lured by the angels of righteousness? By depending on the natural mind’s understanding of the Scriptures.

They do not abide by Yahushua’s words. They abide by what they understand of those words. They begin in the Spirit when they accept Yahushua, but! They remain carnal by living by the power of their minds. Wow! Now I understand it all.

Now I understand my task to write it all down …

O My Father—O Father Of Mine? I now understand what is with all the evil You have caused me to see. I now understand all that You have instructed me to write down as You instructed the Prophet Habakkuk to do.

The angel impostors are not only impostors as of angels of light but also as angels of righteousness. That includes the whole of the religious and non-religious community.

No wonder why You have plucked me out of the religious community. Until now? I could not understand the wonderful religious leaders living exemplary lives, yet! Not abiding by Yahushua’s words.

Now I understand the accusations thrown at Yahushua as well as to myself, “You are demon possessed!”

What’s with the issue of demon possession? …

The whole issue of demon possession have sprung up so many experts in casting out demons. I, myself was taught to have the power to cast out demons.

Well? There is such power, yes, but! It’s not like I took it to be, or, for what I see in other people’s doings about this issue.

The casting out demons got nothing to do with all the mambo jumbo practiced by most religious people. All that mumbo jumbo is the work of the impostors as angels of righteousness.

The casting out of demons comes with the knowledge of our Father/Creator and His ways. It comes to each one of us in the Father/Creator’s timing to lift Himself up to us.

Hate and division. The insanity of the world that we inhabit, but!….

The impostors as angel of righteousness come against the impostors as angels of light with a vengeance! Why?

Those impostors as angels of light infringe in the impostors of the angels of righteousness territory. There is hate and division. The insanity of the world that we inhabit, but!

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

O my Father! Your Plan Of Our Restoration To The Original Intent For Our Creation Is In Effect—To Be Loved by You and to Love You in return.

It all shall take place, but! No one knows when….

O my Father! How amazing are Your ways. The more You reveal to me? The more the reality of Your Being is cemented within my being, and? The less the insanity of this world affects my existence.

You will accomplish Your plan of restoration, but! I am not any longer expecting any of Your doings in the way I have conceived in my natural mind.

You alone know the things and events of time and their definite periods or fixed years and seasons (their critical niche in time) It is not for me to become acquainted with and know what time brings.

O my Father, all that You have appointed or fixed and reserved by Your own choice and authority and personal power.

No room to exalt myself because of my blessed writing task….

Yes, You are now revealing Yourself, lifting Yourself up that You may have mercy on us and show loving-kindness to us. For You O Master, 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!

Indeed! O my Father, blessed we, Your children are. For in the core of our beings? That waiting and expecting and looking and longing for You is the essence of our beings. Wow!

One more tiny bit You are revealing to me this day. Where is there room for me to glory in the fact of Your choosing my testimony to reach the hearts of Your children? No room.

I am not the only one that been waiting and expecting and looking and longing for You. The same is true about all Your children.

Your children include the faithful ones that stay in Your house hold as well as us prodigals who have wondered away into Satan’s territory. None of Your children shall be lost.

I just woke up….

It’s 7:00 pm. I find myself sick in my stomach, and? Complaining again! I’m sick of complaining as well, but! Perhaps I’m in need of a break or so I feel. HELP! My Father, HELP! I’m at my wits end.

Help You did. Ahmad came to my aid one more time. It’s now 11:20 pm. My feet are still burning, but my stomach is ok now. Almost midnight again. I continue in awe of Your doings.

Where my illness and discomfort come from?

You know I lost half of my readers, just as I sensed it was to happen, and? Perhaps with the next post? I’ll lose the other half! No matter. I’ll continue to post as You lead me to do.

Even so, I sense my illness and discomfort come when I have the slightest doubt of Your faithfulness to us all, but! You are in control of it all. I wait on You. There is nothing else I need to do.

Conclusion ….

You are an awesome Yah! What a day of rejoicing soon shall be. When You get these matters in the heart of Your children.

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 Causing Apprehension? Why Not Assurance, Confidence Not Such Tension? …

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Sunday, January 21, 2018 at 11:38 am.

O My Father—O Father Of Mine? The risk is great in the writing of this post, but! Though I risk offending and out of shape some bending? You are the Master in control. At Your word? I obey, regardless!

  • A famine for hearing the words of the Master….

It’s 3:30 pm. Didn’t know how to continue with this post. I slept for a couple of hours. On waking up? My Teacher whispered where I had to look to go ahead.

The Time of the End

Amos 8:11-12 AMPC+

Behold, the days are coming, says the Master the Creator, when I will send a famine in the land, not a famine of bread, nor a thirst for water, but [a famine] for hearing the words of the Master.

And [the people] shall wander from sea to sea and from the north even to the east; they shall run to and fro to seek the word of the Lord [inquiring for and requiring it as one requires food], but shall not find it.

Daniel 12:1-4.

AND AT that time [of the end] Michael shall arise, the great [angelic] prince who defends and has charge of your [Daniel’s] people. And there shall be a time of trouble, straitness, and distress such as never was since there was a nation till that time. But at that time your people shall be delivered, everyone whose name shall be found written in the Book [of  the Creator’s plan for His own]. 

And many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake: some to everlasting life and some to shame and everlasting contempt and abhorrence. [Joh_5:29] 

And the teachers and those who are wise shall shine like the brightness of the firmament, and those who turn many to righteousness (to uprightness and right standing with the Creator) [shall give forth light] like the stars forever and ever. [Mat_13:43] 

But you, O Daniel, shut up the words and seal the Book until the time of the end. [Then] many shall run to and fro and search anxiously [through the Book], and knowledge [of  the Creator’s purposes as revealed by His prophets] shall be increased and become great. [Amos 8:12] 

Reading those words? I see how easy it is to justify our doings. How easy it is to assume our Creator’s approval of our doings. For instances, the words, ‘And the teachers…’

Ah! Immediately all Bible teachers pat themselves in the back confident of our Creator’s approval, but! They disregard the words of Yahushua,

Matthew 23:8-13 AMPC+

But you are not to be called rabbi (teacher), for you have one Teacher and you are all brothers.

And do not call anyone [in the church] on earth father, for you have one Father, Who is in heaven.

And you must not be called masters (leaders), for you have one Master (Leader), the Christ.

He who is greatest among you shall be your servant.

Whoever exalts himself with haughtiness and empty pride shall be humbled (brought low), and whoever humbles himself [whoever has a modest opinion of himself and behaves accordingly] shall be raised to honor.

But woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, pretenders (hypocrites)! For you shut the kingdom of heaven in men’s faces; for you neither enter yourselves, nor do you allow those who are about to go in to do so.

What is this great controversy about the Church and the Pastors and the Bible Teachers?….

Alright! Let’s put two and two together. What is this great controversy about the Church and the Pastors and the Bible Teachers?

Where all come from the myriad of different beliefs, religions, groups, churches, and! The great fallen away from it all to the beautiful side of evil—the knowledge of GOOD from the same forbidden tree?

Think about it. Why the apprehension in our souls as we watch the parade of goodness from that tree? At the sound of,

‘Unconditional love! Divine Self! Complete! I love myself’?

Some of us tremble. Why? We distinctly know something does not add up, but! For the most? We stay silent. We figure, To each his own. We go on with our own business.

Well? That’s the way of humankind. We are humans. We think and act as per the good programmed in our natural minds, but! Unfortunately? We call evil good and good evil.

Lack of knowledge of the Creator and His ways….

It all lies in the knowledge from the forbidden tree of the knowledge of good and evil. It lies in the lack of knowledge of the Creator and His ways.

This all it’s just coming to me. It’s not my own reasoning for sure….

Now? Am I already boring you with all of this seemingly reasoning of my own? Hold it. I really don’t know what I am writing. This all it’s just coming to me. It’s not my own reasoning for sure.

Come now, and let us reason together, says the Master….

It does make sense though. Our Almighty Creator is calling us all to come and reason things out with Him, as per what’s written,

Isaiah 1:18 AMPC+

Come now, and let us reason together, says the Master. Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall be like wool.

Dear Reader, read the whole chapter in Isaiah 1. It will open your mind and soul should you be willing to reason things out heart to heart with the Master Creator of our beings.

Am I a Bible scholar? So far from the truth. …

Ha! This quoting of Scriptures could give the impression that I am a Bible scholar. So far from the truth. The truth? All those Scriptures just pop in my mind as the Spirit is directing whatever I’m writing.

Let me relate to you an incident that keeps coming to mind in reference to the quoting of Scriptures in all my writings.

To that end, I will quote a writing where I quoted Scriptures I had no previous knowledge of. That was when I first started writing consistently every single day of my life. Quote,

Mine shall be a good day!

March 21/87.5:20 a.m. Birds are singing, Master, the dawn of a new day must be approaching, Oh, Master, how great Thou are!

For Your Spirit is harboring the earth right now as it was that first day; in a short while Thou shall say “let there be light,” and there shall appear the light of a new day!

And it shall be a good day!

Yes, a good day, for Thou has so written it in the Book of Life and what it’s written in the Book of Life it’s Your Word which stands true forever!

Yes, it shall be a good day!

“But Thia, how about all the evil of the day? How can your day be good? Have you thought about your doubts? Have you thought about your ups and downs? Do you remember your failures? Do you see your inability? Don’t you know that you are always a day late and a dollar short? And what about the national situation, haven’t you heard the news, there is “Aids” and something worse that “Aids,” some unknown plague that is approaching us. And there is war and rumors of war. And you can’t even travel because you might be held up as a hostage. And right here in your back yard, don’t you realize how easy it is for a nut to break into your house and rape and kill you? How can your day be good?”

Devil, my day shall be good because so it’s written in the Book of life. Genesis 1:26-31. You are a liar, a destroyer, a murderer from the beginning, so it’s also written. Your end it’s even written in the Book of life. John 8:44; Revelation 15:2.

I come against you and your foul words and suggestions, in the name of the Mighty Elohim I serve, the Mighty One of Israel, I come against the evil of this day Satan, in the name of Yahushua. Luke 11:20-22.

I live in the secret place of the Most High, sheltered by the Elohim that is above all Elohims, this I declare, I abide in the name of Yahushua, He is my fortress, my refuge, my shield of faith. Psalms 91:1-2.

Satan, I reject your words and suggestions, I refuse to dwell in the evil of this day and the frustrations of my flesh, for you are a liar, a father of lies, and a murderer from the beginning. Philippians 4:6; I Peter 5:8-9.

The truth is that you are speaking to my flesh, the flesh of the Thia that died in the cross with Yahushua. Satan, that Thia is dead! Romans 6:11.

But I, the new Thia, resurrected in Yahushua Messiah, I, come in the name of that same Yahushua, to trample you under my feet! Romans 8:1-2; Ephesians 6:11-16.

Begone Satan, mine shall be a good day, for I’m a new creature, there shall no evil come near me nor any plague come nigh my dwelling. Matthew 4:10; II Corinthians 5:17; Psalms 91:10.

And I have the power to trample you under my feet and vanish you from my sight, in Yahushua Messiah, my Master and Savior. So it is written. Psalms 91:13.

Yes, it shall be a good day! —So it is written in the Book of Life. Alleluia!

Honest to goodness! To this day? I have never been able to memorize one single verse of Scripture. None! Zilch! I must refer to a copy of the Bible to read those Scriptures as they pop into mind while I’m writing.

Yes, I have, by now? Read the whole Book, but! Not from cover to cover or in a systematic way of reading it in a year or so liken to the normal way of reading is done. Not at all. Never been able to stick to any of those systems.

So? How am I able to quote so many proper Scriptures? Hum! Me? Able? Nay! Honestly, it’s not my ability. It’s the Presence of the Father/Creator’s Spirit—the Teacher in my heart. He pops those Scriptures in my mind. I go to the Book and quote exactly as the Spirit leads me to do. Simple.

What Is Causing Apprehension?….

Anyhow? What Is Causing Apprehension? Why Not Assurance, Confidence in our midst? Simple. Timing. The Creator’s timing that is!

Time for the Creator to enable us all to come and reason things out with Him….

It’s now His time to lift Himself up to us. His time to show His justice. Time to show His mercy. Time for Him to enable us all to come and reason things out with Him.

It’s all about our Creator and ourselves individually and personal….

Indeed! It’s all about our Creator and ourselves individually and personal. Don’t you think so, dear Reader? Our redemption draws nigh.

The Plan Of Our Restoration To The Original Intent For Our Creation Is In Effect—To Be Loved by our Creator and to Love Him in return.

The March To Success, Success, Success Without Recess Shall Soon Come To Naught…

Monday, January 22, 2018 at 3:02 am.

To naught! That’s what! This time? All nations shall know and bow down to the ground to the ONE with Whom we must do without any ado. Amen or so be it.

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

Forever Asking, “Who Am I?”

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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.