So? No one responded to my last messages. Could it because of that big button, Call to Action? Perhaps. Really, I only put it there to make things actionable. Nay! I really want, to sell the book. Is that a sin? No distasteful hypocrisy, for sure! Buy it. It will be a good way to spend that dollar of yours. Do you good. Me? O well forget about me. It is not about me. It’s about you and the power of love from on high.
Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Sunday, October 23, 2016 at 4:23 pm
O my Father—O Father of mine, no sooner I settle down something else comes along to disturb me. I can’t get in touch with Joyce. That’s making me realize that if something happens to Joyce I have no other recourse. But, really, it is not about me. What if she is in trouble? O my Father—O Father of mine? I beseech You, take care of Joyce. She has blessed me. You promised to bless those who bless me. I cannot imagine my life without Joyce.
Monday, October 24, 2016 at 2:46 am
O my Father—O Father of mine? Here I am, all unruffled! Joyce was sleeping, thanks my Father! Anyhow the incident made me realize how deep is my affection for Joyce. So the whole incident served Your purpose.
Now, I need to come clear to the whole world—the insane world that we inhabit. O but we are so smart and so clever! Look at all the amazing accomplishments of mankind. Enough to stand in awe and worship it all. True of false. True I dare to conclude but, who am I along with my conclusions? Ignorant arrogance of mine! That’s all.
Even so, the power of love from on high avails this ignorant fool that I am. Therefore, I can just go about traveling on, rain & sun, joyfully skipping, singing a song while the time clock chimes ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.