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

It’s 11:52 pm. This last day of November is ending. Computer Crashed. No Problem. I Know Now Why. On To Take Care Of The Matter.

Well? I must wait to record after I figured out how to correct the corrupt link causing the computer to crash.

Yesterday…

Friday, December 1, 2017 at 5:52 am.
The first day of the 12th and last month of this 2017 most especial year. What about me, my Father? Am I still on track? Is my focus still set on You?

The main site You inspired me to create is gone! It expired unexpectedly. My server claims I failed to transfer it to them. Too late now. It’s gone!

I fear such was the cause for the instability of the computer. I am investigating how to reduce the number of sites and blogs I have loaded on my server.

It seems to me the Internet like Yourself is something that no one specific person can figure out, but! The Internet is a monster under Your control as is all there is in existence.

There you have it! Reality! You have now led me to re-install the local server MAMP. Next? Move all domains to MAMP except for thia-basilia.com.

Next? Don’t know yet what’s in Your mind, but! I have in mind to delete all folders containing inactive sites and blogs. I wait on You.

No Need To Rush. I Can Wait. I Must Enjoy The Machine’s Performance As It Is Now.

Haven’t got the slightest of what would happen should I decide to mess with things now. Leave it alone. I need to optimize the next post. On to that task now.

Lorelle has given me some great suggestions. I must implement them before my next post. Thanks, my Father for all the angels You send to me.

My request now? I don’t want to go back to my people’s ways. You know the intensity of Your love in my heart for them, but! I cannot disobey You.

I’ll wait until You bring my people back to Your home where they belong. No need to chat and dance around the worldly ways prevailing for the moment.

Your only ask of me to sit still. To wait for Your deliverance. To write and publish and optimize. Thanks for giving the power of Your love to do so.

Set A Guard On My Lips. Take Control Of My Thoughts And Feelings.

O my Father? You always know the thoughts running through my mind. You always know how I feel about all that goes on near and far from me.

You always know how prone I am to express my thoughts and feelings, but! Every time I do so? I get loss and confused. Not knowing whether my behavior is pleasant in Your sight.

What is it that I am so disgusted about? I can hardly bear to think of acting nice and understanding. How can I, my Father, how can I condole the present human spectrum?

How can I smile and go along with the new ‘free’ generation? They are free indeed—free from Your loving control and good will for us.

Could I be in the wrong? Could I be judging and condemning when I have no business in doing so? What is wrong, my Father?

The truth of the matter? Who cares? Who gives a dam about anything I feel, think, do, say? Ah! “You never change! I see you later when you are in a better mood.” That’s from the ones closest to me. The rest?

It’s “Good bye!” at its best. Who cares? Be free! Unconditional love! You want to defy all decency? You want to practice immorality?

Go ahead! Enjoy! I’m glad about you. You free to live your life any way it makes you happy. And so am I! Let’s celebrate! Eat. Drink. Be marry! We are free to be whatever we want to be.

It feels like a slap in the face of decency, but! In the other hand? There are the religious zealots using decency as a weapon.

And the killing goes on. Whether physically or immaterial? With a kiss or with the fist? The killing goes on! Who cares? Who is listening?

Be free! Unconditional love! You want to defy all decency? You want to practice immorality? Go ahead! Enjoy! I’m glad about you. You free to live your life any way it makes you happy. And so am I! Let’s celebrate! Eat. Drink. Be marry! We are free to be whatever we want to be.

Me? What’s Wrong With Me, O My Father, What’s Wrong With Me?
It’s now 3:57 pm. The day is almost gone, and? Nothing has changed. Promises are not kept. Excuses for whatever anyone choses to do or live by.

Perhaps I am talking like a fool because, I know You are working all things for our good. Set a guard on my lips. Take control of my thoughts and feelings. I wait on You.

That’s It For Yesterday. Woke Up Three Hours Later—The Next Day.

Perhaps three hours of sleep did me good, but! O my Father? I continue to hurt. What are You to do for me? I wait for Your timing to heal me.

Until the next post and forever more? His Love In My Heart For All Remains There To Stay For Eternity, thiaBasilia.

Author: thiaBasilia

My profile. Who am I? Past. Present.
1. Past. A woman with a dysfunctional past big time. No matter what I did or not did? I could not function in the society of mankind.
2. Present. A functional woman—a human being under the care & protection of the Almighty Father/Creator of our beings.
3. In the past? A defeated woman saddled not only with the Dysfunctional label but also with the Bipolar, Manic Depressive & Schizophrenic labels.
4. In the present? An overcoming woman by The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky!
5. By The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky? I have overcome not only the Dysfunctional label but also all the labels this world saddles on all unsuspecting human beings.
I am now an inspirational writer. I write to give witness or evidence of the Mighty Presence of our Father/Creator.in my heart & in my practical life. Whatever for? What would my witness do for you?
Woa! You got me there! But, right before Yahushua was caught up in the clouds to go to the right hand of the Father, Yahushua said,
Acts 1:6-8 It is not for you to become acquainted with and know what time brings [the things and events of time and their definite periods] or fixed years and seasons (their critical niche in time), which the Father has appointed (fixed and reserved) by His own choice and authority and personal power. But you shall receive power (ability, efficiency, and might) when the Set-Apart Spirit has come upon you, and you shall be My Witnesses in Jerusalem and all Judea and Samaria and to the ends (the very bounds) of the earth. …
In view of the above Scriptures the writer records the journal of her daily living to give an account—to witness of the work that the Almighty Creator of our beings has done and continues to do in her life.
I am a witness of the Almighty Creator of our beings in my heart & soul and in my practical daily existence! This is not a bogus claim but a reality in the life of the Author/Publisher of one of these books or SITES that you are now viewing! Thanks for your kind attention!

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