Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Sunday, July 31, 2016 at 11:41 am
Well? O my Father—O Father of mine; the end of this July is here. It just came to me. I am to close Overcoming Dysfunction Supernaturally with the quoting of this last writing above. Why?
Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart; because of the ways of the world you are now living alone without any family, without any friends. Even Ahmad, is no longer visiting you as in the past. Why?
Because you are no longer dysfunctional or insane according to the standards of this world. You are now functioning supernaturally above the natural world of human kind. This is beyond the grasp of most human beings. Even so, I am working all things for the good of all of My children and for the good of all of your concern.
I have reached far beyond your imagination with your writings. My children are now at attention stand of My Being at work for them because of the work I have performed in you.
The result of My work shall soon be evident in each one of My children individually. At that time, your children, Ahmad and all of your concern, will reconnect with you in My terms not in any other way in your imagination.
Thus, publish the chapters that tell of your past and leave your readings to wait for the next edition of Overcoming Dysfunction Supernaturally to proclaim the victory when I will reconnect you with all of your loved ones.
How appropriate to end to end this first part of Overcoming Dysfunction Supernaturally with the Scriptures that have become alive within my heart. Not a religion at all. Only a supernatural way to live while we are still walking these earthly grounds.
As You lead me, I will follow. On to finish the formatting and inclusion of the write up of today. I wait on You for the present & future readers.
Monday, August 1, 2016 at 4:41 am
O my Father—O Father of mine? Here we are. The first day of the 8th month. The number eight means new beginnings. I sense today to be a new beginning for me and for Ahmad.
Now, why did I write that? Is it wishful thinking, O my Father—O Father of mine? O but how I long for it not to be so. How I long to see some tangible results on this day.