From My Presence in My beloved Thia’s journal—A dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/ Yahushua!
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Saturday, March 28, 2015 at 10:37 pm
Have done much sleep today and I am going back to bed and hope to sleep some more! It’s now 1:04 am. I am up but not quite awake. What to do, my Father?
Sunday, March 29, 2015 at 3:28 am
Father, You know all things that come & go to & from my mind. You know how I am feeling and what I am doing at all times! So, You know that right now I am, again in a plateau—not an inkling of get up and go for anything!
I am not depressed or troubled, or, am I? One thing I know, I wish I could quit thinking about myself! But how can that be accomplished? I feel like I am stuck in a box & can’t get out!
Father, You know that this is the plight of the great majority of Your children at this moment of time. Thus, Your children run back & forth looking for ways to break up from that box!
Unfortunately, Your children are running in vain because there is only one way to break up from such box—that way is Your Way! Your way? Yes, Yahushua says:
Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy-laden and overburdened, and I will cause you to rest. I will ease and relieve and refresh your souls. Take My yoke upon you and learn of Me, for I am gentle—meek and humble lowly in heart, and you will find rest—relief and ease and refreshment and recreation and blessed quiet for your souls. For My yoke is wholesome—useful, good—not harsh, hard, sharp, or pressing, but comfortable, gracious, and pleasant, and My burden is light and easy to be borne.
Now, me? I have come to Yahushua and taken up His yoke. In His turn Yahushua always shows me the way to break up from such box—beginning with my question the answer flow through the pages of the Scriptures!
“What is it that causes me to get stuck in this box?” Perhaps the plight of the prophet Habbacuck applies to me at this moment of time—indeed exactly the same feeling & outlook as the prophet.
THE BURDEN or oracle (the thing to be lifted up) which Habakkuk the prophet saw. O Master, how long shall I cry for help and You will not hear? Or cry out to You of violence and You will not save? Why do You show me iniquity and wrong, and Yourself look upon or cause me to see perverseness and trouble? For destruction and violence are before me; and there is strife, and contention arises. Therefore the law is slackened and justice and a righteous sentence never go forth, for the—hostility of the wicked surrounds the uncompromisingly righteous; therefore justice goes forth perverted.
Yes, this is exactly my trouble at this moment: for the hostility of the wicked surrounds the uncompromisingly righteous; therefore justice goes forth perverted.
O my Father! You know that wherever I turn I buck heads with the hostility of the wicked! It surrounds me and I can’t get away from it! Why?
Because we human beings without exception are ‘the wicked’ and we are hostile to the truth of this matter. Therefore, the hostility of the wicked surrounds us and we can’t get away from it!
When it comes to myself, within the last 6 years now, my Father has convicted that wicked being within my own self and now I can see clear and without any bias determine that I am by human nature not different than the rest of my Father’s children observed by the prophet—the recipients of the punishment with the Chaldeans attack!
My Father has actually taught me to separate the vile from the precious from within myself first in order to separate the same in others. My Father has actually taken out the big log in my eyes in order for me to see and take out the mote out of other people’s eyes!
Now I see clearly the reason why justice goes forth perverted, but, beginning with my closest relative in my presence at this moment to the rest of my Father’s children, they all refuse to take responsibility for the perversion of the truth!
Instead they close their minds and insist: “It is not so! That’s nonsense! I am tired! I don’t want to hear anymore!” And on and on they go either looking for solutions or enjoying life to the max!
Me? I am left with my own trouble as the prophet of old! Even so, O my Father, like You instructed the old prophet then You are instructing me now!
Look around you, Habakkuk, among the nations and see! And be astonished! Astounded! For I am putting into effect a work in your days such that you would not believe it if it were told you replied the Master. For behold, I am rousing up the Chaldeans, that bitter and impetuous nation who march through the breadth of the earth to take possession of dwelling places that do not belong to them
The Chaldeans are terrible and dreadful; their justice and dignity proceed only from themselves. Their horses also are swifter than leopards and are fiercer than the evening wolves, and their horsemen spread themselves and press on proudly; yes, their horsemen come from afar; they fly like an eagle that hastens to devour. They all come for violence; their faces turn eagerly forward, and they gather prisoners together like sand.
They scoff at kings, and rulers are a derision to them; they ridicule every stronghold, for they heap up dust for earth mounds and take it. Then they sweep by like a wind and pass on, and they load themselves with guilt, as do all men whose own power is their god.
Are not You from everlasting, O Master my Master, my Set Apart One? We shall not die. O Master, You have appointed the Chaldean to execute Your judgment, and You, O Rock, have established him for chastisement and correction.
You are of purer eyes than to behold evil and can not look inactively upon injustice. Why then do You look upon the plunderer? Why are you silent when the wicked one destroys him who is more righteous than the Chaldean oppressor is?
Why do You make men like the fish of the sea, like reptiles and creeping things that have no ruler and are defenseless against their foes? The Chaldean brings all of them up with his hook; he catches and drags them out with his net, he gathers them in his dragnet; so he rejoices and is in high spirits.
Therefore he sacrifices offerings to his net and burns incense to his dragnet, because from them he lives luxuriously and his food is plentiful and rich. Shall he therefore continue to empty his net and mercilessly go on slaying the nations forever?
I stand at my watch, and station myself on the watch-tower, and wait to see what He says to me, and what to answer when I am reproved. And Yahuweh—my Master answered me and said, “Write the vision and inscribe it on tablets, so that he who reads it runs For the vision is yet for an appointed time, and it speaks of the end, and does not lie. If it lingers, wait for it, for it shall certainly come, it shall not delay.
And so, I can now forget about myself and concentrate in the most important priority in Your mind since You created us—the restoration of our souls to Your original intent of our creation!
Yes, I can now break up from the confinement of the box that Satan had shoved me in for the last few moments and continue with the task assigned unto me!
His love in my heart for all, thia/Basilia