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.