Freedom from the Press?

Are we fighting for

Freedom of the Press
Or for freedom from the Press?

If you try to strangle
Freedom of the Press,

You shall be strangled by
Freedom of the Press;

Free the Press
From being strangled

By those who fear

Being strangled by a free Press.

Fight for Freedom of the Press;

Not freedom from the Press.


Now What? Where does my help comes from ….?

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

Monday, March 12, 2018 at 10:59 am.

Where does my help comes from ….?

Another Monday. Is anything changing? A question deserving some attention. I’m still in the dark somehow on what to post? What to do next? What to think?

What to talk about? Rather? How to get away from the talk, talk, talk? And big time, what to write about.

It seems there is no change no matter the multitude of spoken and written words. Words? I had enough of them!

O my Father,  HELP! It’s my shrilling cry. I find myself not making sense about anything! Just now I’m beginning to see my predicament.

You know that as a human I find myself more often than not frustrated and disgusted! And no! I am not any longer looking to help myself or let others help me out of this predicament. Why?

Because You have taken charge of my life. It’s time for me to take the matter seriously. You are my Reality in this insane world.

You have empowered me to submit to Your loving care. Even so ….?

The heaviness of this insane world along its inhabitants? Takes its toll when there is no evident change.

It’s really easy when there is a spark of light in this darkness that surrounds us all, but! That’s what it is, just a little spark that quickly sparks apart.

Back comes the darkness more poignant and repugnant. Depression. Discouragement. Despair. Doubts. Fears, and nothing is clear ….!

Darkness hides the Light of Your Presence in anyone’s heart. Even so? You are doing Your part. Even more so? You are empowering me to as well do my part.

I must share these things that actually sober me up.

Indeed! This mound of difficulties that don’t seem to ease off? Keep me aloof from the lime light of notoriety. What a blessing!

Should all things be working according to my idea of how things should be? Flocks of people would make a heroina and a celebrity out of me, and?

Your face will no longer would look on me!

May it never ever be! You are my Portion. You are my Master. You are my Father. What more could I ever want for?

I’m going on.

Tuesday, March 13, 2018 at 12:19 am.

Another midnight! In Your Presence You keep me without failure. What to share? Ah! The Overcoming Supernaturally! Old life gone. New life begins.

Reminder of the new life overcoming the old one supernaturally!…

How appropriate, why? Because of what is running through my mind here lately. A reminder of the new life overcoming the old one supernaturally!

Indeed! Supernaturally is the WORD. All events in my past and present? The colossal struggle between the natural self against the supernaturally.

SUPERNATURAL WINS! No matter how it appears even to my own self? I do not any longer live in the natural.

Of course! I am a human being. I got to eat, sleep, and go to the bathroom. I need a roof over my head. I need clothes to cover my troublesome body, but!

No need to be anxious about any of such necessities. Not even need for concern about any extras for my physical comfort, why?

Simple—My Heavenly Father knows about ALL my needs and wants better than I know them myself. He has never failed to provide the BEST of the rest for me.

I see what You have promised to me. Even so? My eyes are set on You. Your promises? Are part of Your doings not for me only but mainly for all those You have brought in my path.

Confession … ?

Often times? I been admonished for my concern for all whom You bring into my path. Young, old, in between. Whether they male or female be? The motherly nature takes over me, why?

At the onset of this stage of my life? I had a vision. To this day the vision is vivid in my remembrance. I still hear myself pronouncing the words I read in that vision.

In the vision I found myself on a terminal ready to go wherever I was to go. I lifted up my eyes. I saw, in huge letters 3 words that I read aloud. “I AM RACHEL!”

At the sound of my voice the vision ended. I wondered, ‘Who is Rachel?’ I looked it up. I found:

Rachel: Means “ewe” or female sheep in Hebrew. She was the favorite wife of Jacob and the mother of Joseph and Benjamin in the Old Testament Wife: See also Bride and Marriage: Israel; the wife herself; joined together; submission; Bride of Christ; Holy Spirit; covenant relationship; the church or the remnant; unfaithfulness or faithfulness in the natural things or the spiritual things; miraculous transformation. (Ephesians 5: 23-32; Hos. 1: 2; 2 Corinthians 6: 14; 11: 2; Rev. 19: 7-9, 20-22; 21: 8; John 21-10; Is. 62: 5; Ez. 16: 8-14; 1 Corinthians 7:33; Gal. 4: 24)

Bride: See also Wife, Marriage and Groom: Covenant relationship; the church or the remnant; unfaithfulness or faithfulness in the natural things or the spiritual things; mi­raculous transformation. (Ephesians 5: 31-32; Hos. 1: 2; 2 Corinthians 6: 14; 11: 2; Rev.

Wow! This is what You are refreshing in my mind at the remembrance of that vision. It is now quite visible in all my doings with the people You gift to me.

  • Rachel: Means “ewe” or female sheep in Hebrew. A long time ago in another vision I was shown myself as a little sheep brought back to the fold.

Israel; the wife herself; joined together; submission; Bride of Christ; Holy Spirit; covenant relationship; the church or the remnant; unfaithfulness or faithfulness in the natural things or the spiritual things; miraculous transformation.

  • Israel; the wife herself? Not quite clear to me until this very moment: Exactly what I represent. Indeed! Fancy not anyone of giving any personal credits to this thiaBasilia.
  • As representant of the wife? I submit to the Heavenly Husband. Husband in the general content of the word means a physical union of male to a female, but! In the content of the Scriptures? It also means Caretaker.

Holy Spirit; covenant relationship; the church or the remnant?

  • That’s my stand in the Set-Apart Spirit of the Father/Creator of our beings.
  • The Father/Creator restored my covenant relationship with Him for the benefit of His children.
  • I am also a member of the invisible non-official Congregation or the Remnant.

What Am I Doing With This List?

As the Spirit clarifies these things in my mind? So, He compels me to share with whomever wishes to read and profit from them.

I need to split this post because? I need to give you dear Reader, a time to discern what comes next.

Wow! It’s now Wednesday, March 14, 2018 at 6:39 am. I just woke up. Many hours I slept after the gruesome day of yesterday.

What did I read as soon as I got me awake enough to peruse my way in SIWO? A Big Headline:

I flinch! Wincing. Cringing. Fear and doubt knocking at my door. What for?

To discourage me from what The Spirit within me is compelling me to proclaim to:

The Ministers Leaders Of The Flock ….?

Will they hear? Will they mind? Father is getting ALL of that out of my mind. On to publish this. I’ll take care of whatever is next me as the Spirit within me compels me so me to do.

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.

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.

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

What is causing apprehension break the tension

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

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

Saturday, January 20, 2018 at 5:46 am.

O! Oh! The 7th Day of Rest finds me? Resting on You. Restlessness and messes and disrespectfulness? Going with the emotional glean of no duration wind!

Harsh weather hit the town to pawn and tear down, but! My soul?…

Yesterday? Harsh weather hit the town to pawn and tear down, but! My soul? Could not touch not near detach from Your firm hold on me! Hahaha! HalleluYah!

Hum! It’s already 11:13 am. Been up since forever! Done wrote a letter to Joyce. Wondering if I should post it? I’m several posts backed up. Don’t know which way go to again go.

Lack of Communication….

I see clear the outline from 1985 to this 2018, but! I wonder why I’m dwindling around with the whole matter, not really knowing what to pick and stick as per Your loving will.

What to do? Where to go next? Have I missed any step? I’m wondering about the covers for the books. They don’t meet the standards for a professional cover, but!

I sense those do meet Your standards. More and more I see every day how remarkable is this issue of lack of communication.

More and more I see this issue as the key that locks us out the door of the best for our lives. Some talk about oranges. The others talk about apples.

They both think they talk about the same thing because, apples and oranges are both fruits, but both are miles apart in all aspects of the matter. Duh!

People do not quite understand me or you….

But why am I bringing this issue up? O well! Maybe to comfort myself. In the last few months? The Spirit of the Father/Creator within my being shows to me how people do not quite understand me.

Totally frustrating! From childhood to senior age and beyond the bounds of the lands? No one really understood much about this thiaBasilia at hand, but! Now? Wow!

It’s 7:52 pm. I woke up about 2 hours ago. Returned call from Joyce. We share for a long time as usual. Check the link about asparagus she sent to me. That brought me to Facebook.

In Facebook? I read the article. Check my notifications, and? Look at what I found! A post I wrote on Friday, January 20, 2017. Wow! It blows my mind! Exactly one year to the date.

O my Father! I’m flabbergasted! To experience Your Presence? Nothing short of amazing, and? You know it. You know all things before anything comes to be. A paragraph from that post,

Well, I slept for quite a few hours yesterday. Been awake since midnight. Been checking emails, comments, replies and all. Now You bring me to record the next post. My life in Your Presence, O my Father—O Father of mine? It’s a wonder! Never know what to do next but! I always do the right thing to do always. Even when it seems I have done wrong, it turns out to be right. So, what am I to post today? Who am I again? Very well, I will pull the files now.

  • Forever Asking, “Who Am I?”

Well? Today is Saturday, January 20, 2018 at 8:52 pm. Exactly today one year ago? I wrote asking the same question. Here is the link, Who am I?

What is so amazing about an old post of mine?…

Hum! What is so amazing about an old post of mine? For one thing, whatever I have written or whatever I shall write? It’s all in Your hands of mercy, O my Father.

It’s all not from me, but! It’s all from You. That’s the reason why the awesome response to such posts. So? What am I to do now with this post? Tell when come back. For now, I must sleep. 9:11 pm.

Sunday, January 21, 2018 at 12:55 am.

O but how blessed I am to wake up at midnight with my heart full to the brim with Him that I must do?  Blessed be His name forever! In silence I worship You, my Father!

Who Am I again and again? I’m Yours, first. Your thiaBasilia—A Child Of Your Heart….

But then? sometimes perhaps a ‘fisherman’ I am. Other times? Your ‘scribe’ fits the vein, but!

As of seven or eight by now years past? A ‘star’—an ‘angel’—Ah! How’s about just a simple ‘messenger’ to the ‘Lost Sheep of Yisrael’ You compelled me to be?

No biggie.Just a ‘messenger’ delivering such a MESSAGE…

No biggie. No more intrigue. Just a ‘messenger’ delivering such a MESSAGE. That MESSAGE is the ‘biggie’ not the simple ‘messenger’.

Forget about the ‘simple messenger’. Concentrate on the MESSAGE—the GOOD NEWS from on high delivered with might! Might? Indeed!

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

WOW! The GOOD NEWS to the ‘Lost Sheep of Yisrael? Yeap! What ‘Lost Sheep am I talking about? Talking about you and he and she and me.


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.


As a FAMILY we shall stand in the LAND!

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

Friday, January 19, 2018 at 3:53 am.

Perhaps I need to set up the new order of all things in the Net. Just now? You led me to the welcome post for in 2016. What is coming to me?

O My Father—O Father Of Mine? Yesterday? Indeed! An strange day. Several rabbits tail. I couldn’t make up what was going on?

Today? Chrystal clear directions. I need a new domain for The Family. This shall be a domain to publish the three books You are leading me to publish. Wow!

What a relief! All is falling into place. How neat. First? My life. Next? Ahmad’s life—the life within me that You have passed on to him. Now? The writings and the books. Perfect!

I will now continue to do a test site for The Family. Even so, while I am doing that? I’m still waiting and sitting still, meaning? Thunder! Computer off now! 4:14 am. Back later.

Friday, January 19, 2018 at 10:39 am.

Father? How am I to proceed with the new domain?  The available name is, should I purchase that name? I’ll wait. I’ll sit still until You show me clearly what to do.

What will be the title and content for the welcome page, my Father? Ah! I hear You, yes I do. You been whispering it to me since yesterday.

Lack Of Communication Engenders Broken Relationships.

The family? The most descriptive display of such horror in this insanity ridden world! Even so? Behold! The Power Of Love & Wisdom From On High Drenched Upon Us All. It Never Fails. It Always Avails!

We were a family—Don Miguel Jose Licona—his Family. He was a king in his own right. We lived in his kingdom abiding by his unbreakable laws. At the sound of his name? People tremble.

Indeed! My Father was a MAN, but! I saw him cry. Real man do cry. I shall never forget that amazing moment.

I was just 8 years-old. I was standing at the entrance of our sleeping house. I had just gotten up. The kitchen house had gone up in flames along the whole year’s supplies while I slept.

I was perplexed. My grandmother and the rest of the help were cooking on the remaining coals from the fire. The hut had burnt to the ground. The efforts from the 40 field workers my father maintained to quench the fire did not avail.

My new born baby brother Carlito had died. Papa–so tall as he was, dressed in his high boots and kaki trousers and long sleeves shirt? He paused by my side. O what a vivid memory! Don’t know if he even saw me. He paused, his tears flowing he lamented, “He was just a month old!”

Not tears about the fire. Tears about his son. Wow! Real man do cry! Shortly afterwards, he moved us to another of his farms and my whole beautiful world turned out not so beautiful anymore. I had loved that beautiful spot on these earthly grounds.

And so? The Story begins…

Dear Reader, welcome to THE FAMILY. A TRUE STORY. That beautiful world that was wrenched from that unsuspecting 8 year old? The cradle where this TRUE story began.

The subsequent years mark the most gruesome of childhoods for that unsuspecting 8-yrs-old child. The new farm had no resemble to her cherished beautiful green world, but!

Children do adjust. Only the shock that followed shortly after that brutal change of location. Again she was wrenched from that location! The new location? Boarding School.

A torture chamber on the guise of education. There that child suffered 6 long years of torture. Why? Lack of communication. Lack of consideration for the needs of any other than one’s needs.

Some 70 years later? Not much difference, but! That’s what is called ‘life’ on this insanity ridden world. Regardless! This worldly ‘life’? Not eternal, thank goodness!


That beautiful world of that 8-yrs-old unsuspecting child shall be restored! The beauty of that future world?

Human mind is not capable to come close to imagine such beauty, but! That restoration shall take place only by The Power Of Love & Wisdom From On High.


REALITY? UNITED KINDRED SPIRITS UNOFFICIAL—united by that Power Of Love & Wisdom From On High—working together. Restoring that beauty.

Basking under the shadow of a different kind of Real Man. The restoring in progress. All tears in recess. Lack? What is that?



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

Results talking about the Creator

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

Thursday, January 18, 2018 at 1:21 am.

A powerful Letter worked, or, the Mighty One Who inspired it?….

I have lost track of time, but! My Father has not lost any time to work all things out for mine and all of my concern good.

Things were so bleak as per the last post. Since then? I had to sit still. I had to do nothing about recuperating the big chunk of money I had lost to Site 5.

I had to sit still and do nothing about the lack of money for immediate payment of electricity or Internet. Site 5 was adamant to refund my money. Joyce tried to help to no avail.

At the end of yesterday, after Joyce failed to help me. I thank her, and! Thinking again, ‘my help comes from You my Father’, it came to me, “write a letter to Site 5.”

Immediately I came to the journal not knowing what or how to write, I wrote: To Site 5. Then the date, then? Dear sirs, and? Began to write the most powerful appeal to Site 5. Next?

WHAT? ‘A refund has been issued.’….

I headed to the Net to email the letter to Site 5. On my way? I found out how Joyce had been trying to get back with me. She attempted to explain to me what I could legally do to get my money.

I say, hold it! Please listen to what I need to do. I read the letter to her. Joyce was astounded! She said, “That’s a good letter! Go ahead and send it!”

I sent the letter. I started to work in today’s post for an hour or so, but? I got really sleepy. So, on my way to bed? Check the emails. WHAT? ‘A refund has been issued.’ Talking about waking up!

The 17 days ordeal? Resolved in less than 1 hour!…

I forward the email to Joyce and Google phoned! Unbelievable speed to resolve the problem when I had exhausted all means to help myself. I sat still to do nothing more of my own.

HalleluYah! Isaiah 30 in action. That’s what my Father was waiting for! Immediately, my Father took over the matter. The 17 days ordeal? Resolved in less than 1 hour!

Next? Service from PayPal—you got money!

I made a couple of phone calls. By that time it was midnight but? Sleep had escaped me so, I proceeded to work on today’s post until 2: am.

It’s now 4:45 am. I slept from 2 am to 4: 30 am. Up! Checked time. Glasses on to peep at the inbox in my screen. THERE! The last email? Service from PayPal—you got money! Another chunk on the way to my bank! Wow!

Talking about RESULTS?

Talking about money? Talking about LOVE? NAY! Let’s talk about the Father/Creator of our beings. That’s what is all about! Hahaha! HalleluYah!

Our Creator is the best, but not like the rest. Like the rest of deities we have created to love and worship at our own will and natural wants and desires.

Most certain, He is not a dotting Father to pamper our rebellious wantonness and whims. We might fool ourselves with all that emotional upheaval about loving Him, but! We do not fool His Majesty.

What’s next, my Father? It’s now 5:31 am. I sense I need to add this to today’s post. I been working on that post for a while now, but! The posting has not taken place. Is it time now to do so?

I’m hungry and thirsty. I’ll fix me some eats and drinks. I wait to see what the Teacher leads me to do! Ah! Call Ahmad. Ok.

Call done. Eats and drinks done. Now what? Write to Robin. Came to the composing screen and wrote ‘explosion!’ on the subject line, NAY! That’s dangerous to write such word in the subject line. Ok. I wrote amazing instead.

I started to write a few words. Then it came to me. Send her the account of the amazing happenings since January 1, 2018. So, my dear baby, it’s done. Thanks for my gift. Have a blessed day. Mom.

The next post? Come back in a couple hours. I have two more posts on this amazing issue  ready for posting:

Exalting The Results? NAY! It’s The Maker Of Results Over To Exult!

Will We Ever Get Over Our Emotional Worship? Hope Is Not An Emotion. Hope Is A Sense Of Reality.

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


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

Tuesday, January 16, 2018 at 11:28 pm.

Life goes on despite it all….

O My Father—O Father Of Mine? It’s only 7:48 am. As a maid waits for her mistress instructions for the day? So, I wait for Your instructions.

I learned yesterday that Joyce has not been able to do anything on my situation with Site 5, but! Perhaps after I talked to her she had time to do something because, I just got two emails from Site 5.

You are in control, my Father. You know why and how this matter took place. You also know the situation with the payment for SiteGround to renew my account with them. I wait on You.

It’s now 9:47 am. What goes on my Father? I just found all the emails about the shock of Cory’s death. Over 3 years gone, but! Have we gotten over such shock? I wonder.

The ‘life that goes on’ is not ‘life’ at all….

Father? How can I get over the constant reminders of the shocks in the past? Life goes on. Least what is called ‘life’. From my now perspective? The life that goes on is not ‘life’ at all.

Least not the life that You created us to enjoy in Your Presence forever. Even so? Your faithfulness. Your plan of restoration to the original intent for our creation is now in effect.

There is always HOPE….

There is HOPE. In You? There is always HOPE. For You are a Mighty One of justice. Blessed—happy, fortunate, to be envied are all those who earnestly wait for You—who expect and look and long for You,

  • for Your victory,
  • Your favor,
  • Your love,
  • Your peace,
  • Your joy, and
  • Your matchless, unbroken companionship!
  • Read it in Isaiah 30.

O my Father! All that is a reality of this life that I now live in Your Presence. Your matchless, unbroken companionship? Ecstatic! To say the least, and? Such ecstasy is the future my focus is on.

Now I see things like through a blurry mirror. Then? His brilliance! All fussiness shall be no more! And sorrow and sighing shall flee away. Everlasting joy, gladness, peace.

So it’s written. Read it here Isaiah 51: 11-23

REALITY! United Kindred Spirits UnOficial….

Tuesday, January 16, 2018 at 10:03 pm.

Hahaha! HalleluYah! It’s happening! United Kindred Spirits, but! Not an Organization by human hands. Wow! What an awesome revelation!

In my distress I called upon my Master and the Father/Creator of my being? Speedily! That voice from my heart resounded in my ears.

This whole afternoon, perhaps my whole day? Misery. Doubt. Fear loudly knocking! No heat. Shivering cold again. Excruciating pain in my feet on and off. Silence again. No calls. No personal emails.

The food supplies going down. The Internet and the electricity could be cut for lack of money, but! All that? Secondary. Number one misery? Silence from above. Frightening threats from below.

I headed for bed. Getting under the cold covers I remember the threat, ‘something is seriously wrong with you.’ Loudly I spew the answer, ‘There shall no evil come near me nor any plague come nigh my dwelling!’ Next?

I began my complain. “How can I keep on posting all of these Poly-Annie liken words because, I have no tangible results of You materializing Your promises to me, to us? I will not post anymore. I had it!” Up went my shrilling cry!

Tears copiously flowing. My feet like two blocks of ice. The cold covers were hard to pull with my aching arms. I managed to curled up under and hope to warm up. Suddenly!

“UNITED KINDRED SPIRITS UN-OFFICIAL” came loudly and clear to my mind. The tears dried almost immediately. My attention sprung up! Wow!

Next? The same picture of gardens and families working together to plant and to build was displayed like a film slide for my eyes to feast on!

I paused. I reflected. In a moment of time? Some thirty plus past years of my life began my spirit lifting up and up!

Nothing. Absolutely NOTHING is as we human beings think it to be….

Dear Readers, nothing is like we human beings have ever even imagined it to be. It’s a fact! Our Maker and Creator’s ways and thoughts are far above out of reach to the human mind.

When United Kindred Spirits was first set in my heart and mind? I thought it was to be a legal Organization to collect the monies necessary for the Creator’s restoration plan. DUH!

How on earth my puny brain fancied to get that kind of money? We are not talking about nickels and dimes. We are talking about billions +billions!

That kind of money is already in the hands of Father/Creator’s choosing. It shall be funneled for the restoration of the Garden as per the Creator’s will.

This day? The Father/Creator of our beings is setting the record straight for mine and all His children benefit.

Through the waves of the Internet? United Kindred Spirits IS now a REALITY by the will and doings of the Father/Creator of our beings.

United Kindred Spirits IS NOT to ever be any resemble of an Organization by the hands of mankind. I will continue to post as per instructions.

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


What Am I Doing? I Don’t Know. Father Knows. Good Enough. I’m going to sleep…

Phew! Been minding & writing all this time. Long post. Making up for days missed. Hope for the best!

Monday, February 6, 2017 at 5:36 pm

O my Father—O Father of mine? I have done as per Your lead. Now I wait. Whatever will be, will be! My passionate trust is on You regardless! It’s now 11:12 pm. Almost the end of this day. Don’t know why I have this lurking feeling of despair. My enthusiasm goes up & down. I’m so tired of feelings. Emotions can wear a soul to a frazzle!

Again & again my passionate trust is set on You. I must learn patience but! You know patience is something beyond my ability to practice. What to do? I keep running in all kinds of rabbit tails. Wasting my times or am I? Perhaps this is the way is meant for me to achieve whatever You mean for me to achieve. Perhaps this is the way to ‘uniqueness’. I can’t quit. I must go on.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017 at 6:20 am

What makes a person eternally unique? O my Father—O Father of mine, what makes a person worthy of Your blessing? Why, distinctly I recoil at the sight of a fabulously life on these earthly grounds?

Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart? Go back to that day when I walked among man. Sitting on that rock …Quoting a comment,

Tuesday, February 7, 2017 at 4:59 AM

I don’t know how to express the awe of the moment. How timely you popped in my inbox! Here I was earlier,

Monday, February 6, 2017 at 5:36 pm

O my Father—O Father of mine? I have done as per Your lead. Now I wait. Whatever will be, will be! My passionate trust is on You regardless! It’s now 11:12 pm. Almost the end of this day. Don’t know why I have this lurking feeling of despair. My enthusiasm goes up & down. I’m so tired of feelings. Emotions can wear a soul to a frazzle!

Again & again my passionate trust is set on You. I must learn patience but! You know patience is something beyond my ability to practice. What to do? I keep running in all kinds of rabbit tails. Wasting my times or am I? Perhaps this is the way is meant for me to achieve whatever You mean for me to achieve. Perhaps this is the way to ‘uniqueness’. I can’t quit. I must go on.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017 at 6:20 am

What makes a person eternally unique? O my Father—O Father of mine, what makes a person worthy of Your blessing? Why, distinctly I recoil at the sight of a fabulous life on these earthly grounds?

Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart? Go back to that day when I walked among man. Sitting on that rock …

Why the quote? To somehow express my sunken emotions at the sight of the multitude living the ‘happy life’ without the slightest mention of our Creator’s plan. It seems all credit to go to the ‘higher self’ or the Universe or whatever.

So I went back to that day. Wow! Better than one hour has passed. Come back to my inbox. Hey! A comment. Let me check it out. Ah! Let me see what they are commenting about? The book. The Master Plan. The finish line. Man! I could spend my whole day here.

The Master Plan…First time I see it for what it is! That is what I been reading all day. Wow! My next post? Can’t wait to see what Father will inspire me to put all of this together! Much love, thiaBasilia.

Been chasing rabbits tails all day long, or, so I thought until I clicked, Jeff Goins-The Beginner’s Guide To Building An Audience. Ha! Not a tail at all. Some good stuff confirming my Father’s leadership in yours truly’s journey in His Presence. The best I read so far is,

If people hear what you have to say and tell you it was “nice” or that they enjoyed it, then you’re in trouble. That’s lip service, friends, and nothing more.

On the other hand, if you empower a tribe of people with an idea that they take, share, and spread, then you may have something special, indeed. If strangers email you, explaining how your message has literally changed their lives, then you are making a difference, after all.

That’s exactly my dilemma! That’s why I am concerned with the lack of comments. Out of the numerous likes & compliments I get with every post about my writing skill, only a hand full has expressed a hint that the posts have helped them. In addition, only one person has mentioned passing my book to others.

Ah! But! You think that has slowed me down one teensy-weensy bit? Nay! My passion is not necessarily for myself or my readers. It’s higher. My passion is set to the highest of the higher! It can go no higher. Pay no mind to yours truly but! My Master tells me my mind cannot fit the multitude He has reached with the zillion words He has had me to write all of the years past.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017 at 10:21 pm

What to expect from this blog? A unique journal of intriguing conversations. Negative & positive confessions. All details of the planting of the Seed to generate other seeds. One by one the harvesting in my soul is taking place right in front of my face.

LIFE & STRENGTH is sprouting! Hope is in our hearts. Amid the successes revelry, pausing. Reflecting. Behold! The sprouting of the Seed. Multitudes in the valley of decision running for derision. Behold! My Power Of Love From On High Descending Upon You All. It Never Fails. It Always Avails! Home My Prodigal Son! The Creator whispers in my ears! O joyful tears!

Wednesday, February 8, 2017 at 5:27 am

Got some great news but! Right now? Got to fix some drinks & eats & put all things together while I do all that fixing.

Ha! It’s now 6:24 am. One hour chopping, cooking on my stove & in my mind what to eat for myself & for others. That is, going over & over what to cook & eat not only for our bodies but mainly for our spiritual health.

There is a Mighty Being within and beside me directing my steps every single one of my journey in His Presence. The way things are developing for me proves this matter to be so. What is happening now?

While I am waiting on Rebecca & Ben to respond to the most important letter I wrote in my whole life, I have not ceased to investigate every lead my Father sends my way. Thus, I am now a member of the most elite of the Copywriter’s Clubs.

# 1 Objective: Convince to call. Persuade to contact me.

# 2 Objective: Keep in touch.

New Business Name: Mental Insanity. Innovative Approach

Thursday, February 9, 2017 at 4:00 am

O my Father—O Father of mine? So much to learn. But You rightly say, Much study is a weariness to the flesh. It certainly is, my Father. I am worn out with all this ‘studying’ thing. Is there an end to my quest, O my Father—O Father of mine? The reality is, I need to get on with the task You have assigned unto me. Mercy, my Father! Give me a handle on these side tracks I waste my time on.

Right now, I had to stop in the middle to lend my router to the family for them to find the results of their finals. I guess I am frustrated, why? Because, the world rallies on knowledge & success while I am proclaiming Your most important message to no avail. Your people continues just as if You didn’t exist and, I am only imagining things. So be it. You know all about it. You are in control of it all.

I thank You for this place. I thank You for my supplies. I thank You for everything but, most of all? I thank You for Your Presence. O my Father—O Father of mine? I thank You for keeping Ahmad and my children and my friends away from me. You are my Portion. I don’t want anyone else but You.

Wow! That is that! I am One with You. Outside of You, I do not wish to be One with anyone else. Each one of Your children has the right to our inheritance. Unfortunately, we are all prodigal sons or daughters—we have claimed our spiritual inheritance. We have wasted it away by the power of our carnal minds. We are coming now to the end of such spiritual treasure. What now?

That’s where my bewilderment and grieving comes into play. There is no way the Spirit within my being can ignore His children behavior—looking for love in all the wrong places. Ah! Here they were bumped into a pig pen of suffering & despair, so what? Let’s get out of this pig pen! Let’s find the castle of our dreams! We can! Is the motto. Repentance? Whatever for?

Oh yeah, I repent of being negative. I repent of not using my mind before. I repent of not loving myself. All that is now changed. I have found myself. I love myself. I love all people. Unconditional love. I am one with all. My word? What a beautiful person! That’s it! Let’s all unite in the spirit of unconditional love!

Sarcastic? That I am and, so were You when You walked among man. What am I doing? O my Father, what am I doing? Expressing my discontentment? Bickering & judging others because they are not flocking to celebrate me? Perhaps. In all events, You are in control of every minute detail of my existence. I have nothing to fear. Whether my emotions are elevated at the sight of pleasure or demoted otherwise, my lot is cast. You are my Portion. Nothing to fear. Not even my own thoughts & feelings.

So? Where am I at? Let me see the beginning of this writing. Ah! ‘What Am I Doing? I Don’t Know! Father Knows. Good Enough. I’m Going To Sleep…‘—The tile for this writing. Good enough. You know. You care. You are in control of it all. The router is gone. I have no way to ask for it back. Without a router, I am handicapped. You know it. I am going to sleep.

Friday, February 10, 2017 at 1:18 am

I been up since about 10 pm last night. I am not feeling up the part. I had a valuable communication with Pat. Next, in checking emails I found a much needed information on how to optimize Thanks my Father. only, I cannot keep my eyes opened. I will now go to bed. Hope to resume when I wake up.

Friday, February 10, 2017 at 7:37 am

Got to find out about my dream. I woke up several hours ago. I dreamed of walking out one of my former houses. To my right I had planted a grapevine. I looked down and, there was a tiny green grape. It fell off. I pick it up. Then I saw more grapes. Under the leaves there were more grapes. I picked a hand full and I woke up. The dream means my hard work will pay off. The tiny grape indicates my small beginning, $1.40 in 2017 but! Small? It promises large. The harvest in my soul is ready to yield its crop beyond my conception to estimate.

I am in the home stretch. Coming now to the finish line quite fast. Speed of lightening! The long shot pony advances to the finish line! The purse? Wow! Big Win! Who would have thought my long shot Overcoming Supernaturally to break through; too surpass the fasters runners in the successful writer’s grounds?

Not me, that’s for sure. My only task is to write & publish. My Master? He is doing the rest. Thus, whatever I think, glee or gloom will never be my doom! Overcoming Supernaturally is a book based on my life. I am a person that has emerged from a troubled life changed and transformed by the power of love from on high.

The power of love from on high. It never fails. It always avails! So, I now possess such power within my being. Something of great value to contribute to our failing society. My only goal & aim in the Internet Business is to share this valuable life acquisition for the good of our Society. Why? What made me set such goal?

Dear friend reader of these lines,

Behold! The power of love from on high. It never fails. It always avails! After 9 years, the simplicity of such love has descended on me, big time.

This year of 2017, the whole world will see why I no longer concern myself about such things going on in my world. Why my passionate focus is set up high? Why I am what I am? Why I see what I see? Why I am free to be or not to be? Why? Because I now possess,

  • The power to love and be loved like I never had before.
  • The power to wait and hope with patient endurance.
  • The power to remain when quitting is big & strong in the mind’s terrain.
  • The power to laugh & cry as it best fits the occasion.
  • The power to kick the fear of man on its rear end!
  • The power to rest underneath the everlasting arms.
  • The power to march fearlessly & joyfully praising the Father/Creator all the day long in His Presence on the valley of death we all march on!

Behold! The power of love from on high. It never fails. It always avails! Overcoming Supernaturally. A compelling story that will captivate your attention and will compel you to look at your own life. A Digital & Hard Copy versions for sale in Amazon now.

Then, you have the valuable content in the numerous posts published in

  • Timely posts about the problems Facing the Women of Today. Such posts reflect thiaBasilia’s experience not just ordinary views without proof on the subject.
  • The power of love from on high is the solution to the problems of life in general. From the problem of Battered Woman, abusive husbands, wayward children, prostitution, homosexuality, drug abuse, and, etc. etc. to such problems as fighting poverty, arming one’s self with the powerful weapons offered on the Internet to those who truly want to overcome a life of poverty.
  • Information about paid and free Internet Business Courses, (i.e., Secrets of the Internet revealed by Millionaires, how they build their fortunes on the Internet and most importantly, how you can build your own profitable domain.) These are not “get rich scams” but solid business practices that can make you into a Successful Entrepreneur if you are willing not only to follow instructions but also to accept the power of love from on high.

The Power Of Love From On High is not just a cliché invented by yours truly. Indeed! The Power Of Love From On High is the supernatural glue that shall bind us all together to overcome all of this world’s miseries.

The Power Of Love From On High is far beyond any and all conceptions of love by the human mind. It is the power to face oneself. It is the power to die in order to live again for eternity. It is the power to repent, to change the course of our individual lives.

The power to set our priorities for the common good not just to satisfy our selfish and egoic nature. The power to keep the First and most important of the famous Ten Commandments. the second commandment automatically becomes a reality not just a hit & miss ordeal as it is nowadays.

Phew! That’s what I have been doing. That’s why I have not been posting. Hopefully you got hooked to read it all. If not book mark it. Come back later.

His love in my heart for all, thiaBasilia

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Top of the Elevenses/Brunch #133&134

Today I was looking through my old textbooks and came across a postcard.  I couldn’t recollect how long I have had it.  I know i used to collect, no since I don’t have many left I should rather say I now keep few interesting postcards.  This one is so apt for these times of upheaval.  I was moved  when I read it and felt I had to share it with you.

It’s a black and white photo of a field, with an area of cobblestones and some wide but low steps leading to a large memorial nestling by deciduous and evergreen trees and it reads:





BORN 29 MAY 1917