Journal—An Ongoing Dialog Between thiaBasilia And Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Sunday, April 15, 2018 at 10:06 pm.
Time Is Telling No Doubt ….
The human element is going on, on queue –Knowledge. Business. Entertainment. Romantic Love. Noble humanistic ways, on and on the busyness goes on and on, but!
Time is telling. Time is saying—loudly lovingly saying, “I AM COMING TO MY END. BEWARE, O HUMAN, BEWARE!
Ha! A Doomsayer! Nonsense! Maybe Not. Read On …?
This day is coming to an end with a great note! O my Father? You are full of wonderful surprises for Your child.
Yesterday was a downer, but! Today? It turned out to be an upper! The cause? Whatsapp. SIWO Board Members. My inability to type in the phone screen.
All that insidious junk running through my carnal mind, but! My Father’s love and wisdom prevailed. Father whispered to me:
“Go to Whatsapp in your desktop. Read the instructions carefully to activate the app in your computer so you can type your heart out to communicate with the Board at SIWO.”
Wow! This time? In no time all my computer is set to handle whatsapp from my desktop. What a feat conquered!
Victory! Defeat! Up! Down, But! ….?
It’s now 11:35 pm. Suspense. Nothing has happened for the last couple of hours. I find myself as usual? Not knowing which way to turn, but! That’s only momentarily.
Anyhow? I’ll go to bed. Things will look better when I wake up if? I go to sleep. Perhaps things would look worse. No matter. In glee or gloom? You always zoom!
Good Reason To Sit Still And Wait ….?
Monday, April 16, 2018 at 3:07 am.
O my Father, thanks for Your Presence. I am not alone. Even so, the human element is not to be found, but!
You have good reason for things to be the way they are. I must sit still if I want to see Your deliverance.
It’s now 6:44 am. Indeed! I MUST sit still. I haven’t got the slightest about what’s happening with me. Nor have I the slightest about what’s happening in my world.
Definitely? My Eyes Are Set On You. The Human Element? I Now Understand It.
Whether the human element recognizes You in me or not? You are in perfect control of the human element
Me? I am human. You are in control of every minute detail of my life. Your children? My children and brothers and sisters.
Father’s Wisdom Prevails In My Life ….?
I continue to find myself so full of laughter, compassion, immense undying love for all my deserters and children and brothers and sisters!
Whatever happens between them and myself? Once I get over my shock? I continue to hear:
“Think like I think, respond! Reason with your brother et all. Reason with the wisdom I have instilled within your being.”
So, That’s What I Do. Then? The Vicious Circle! Shucks!….?
I get bent out of shape because I don’t get standing ovation from mine? O dear! What a tricky thing this carnal self of mine is!
Nay! I Am Human, But! No Need To Act Like The Wicked Human That I Am ….?
What I write? What I say? What I do? It’s all from the innocent child’s heart my Father gifted to me. It ALL comes from my Father’s heart not from my wicked human self.
It’s unbelievable the pickles I get myself into from telling ALL people—female, male, young or old, “I love you! Give me a hug!” Never thinking of how it sounds.
The Shock Of My Life ….?
It was not until I came to these parts of the world that I got the shock of how people takes the famous 3 letters word, I LOVE YOU. Can you believe it, dear Reader?
The first instruction given to me when I arrived to these parts of the world? “Do not tell these men, ‘I love you’ for they take it you mean you want to go to bed with them.”
What? That Was A Shock Of Shocks, But!
An even worse shock? NO HUGS! Not even shaking hands. Do not touch the male element at all.
Even the women. If it is a friend? You kiss on their left and right cheek. If it is a fond friend? You kiss two or three times, but! Men?
It’s Totally Amusing To Me ….?
If we are visiting in their parlor and the husband or brother appears and announces a male visitor? The woman quickly get up and leave the room—they run for cover!
I remain in the room not knowing what’s happening because I don’t speak the language. Immediately, the male visitors appear with their respectful greetings.
I Am Ignored Like I Am Not There At All ….?
I watch. They pretty much ignore my presence. They simply go on with whatever their visit is about. Later on? I’m instructed. I do not have to run for cover. I am exempt. Phew!
The Tradition Must Be Kept ….?
If the woman goes to the roof or in any public place? She MUST cover her head least a man sees her uncovered head and takes her for a bad woman.
Of course, all that is changing. The older woman are having a time to get their young daughters to stick to the tradition, so? They tell them all kind of incentives for them to do so.
The Television ….?
Unfortunately? The television industry is prevailing over any such traditions. The young girls go now with ripped tight fitting jeans and Western style fashions in addition to the head cover. Beats the world out of old fashion me!
Anyhow? Coming To My Bout With The Human Element ….?
My Father’s mercy for me! He knows me like a book. I am His little girl. I amuse Him. Yes, I do, but!
The human element? They do not—better yet? They CANNOT understand nor accept my reality as my Father’s little girl. For the most? They think such to be nonsense! So I been told.
Regardless! I am what I am by my Father’s design and purpose for my birth and life in these earthly grounds. Here lately?
No More Begging For Human Approval.
No more begging for standing ovation. No more regard for whatever my carnal mind and heart can come up against my little girl’s reality in the Presence of my Loving Father.
Father’s Love And Wisdom Prevails In My Heart And Mind. I Think Like He Thinks ….?
I’m going on. Father’s love and wisdom prevails. In my heart there rings a melody of Father’s love for all. No problem anymore. I think as my Father thinks. I’m 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.