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.
No problem! No problem? No problem for me. Is it a problem for you? Let’s dump the problems. Let’s grab on to the power of love from on high for the solutions.
Worldly solutions? Nothing but illusions! Hahaha! That rhymes with the times. How ‘bout that? A worthy rhymer would probably cringe about this thing that I have about rhyming words without meaning to do so. It just happens. Compose yourself. Pay no mind. Much joy you’ll find. In this fool’s rhymes.