My Deciding Moment To Prevail Over All Else Before …
Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Thursday, October 27, 2016 at 4:51 pm
Let me be clear before all else. I am not a preacher. I sound rumbustious but I am not. I am down to earth well-disciplined child of our Creator. I am not any longer a religious person adhering to any denomination or religious group whatsoever. Also, I am not a wacko. The Father/Creator of us all does speak, answers, resolves my most minute troublesome matters coming my way on the daily basis and leads me in the way that I should go always. In plain words, I am not anything like it seems that I am. So, read on; if anything, my antics will put a smile in your face for sure.
Just because I quote the written words from our Creator to all of us does not mean that I am religious. The Almighty Creator of our beings is not into religion. Such gross misconception of His Mighty Being has cost us all more than what we can imagine.
Not to worry. The Father Creator of us all truly loves us. His due time has come to unite us all by the power of love from on high. Such is the message for the whole world from our Creator’s heat of mercy.
From here on out I will be posting some unique posts to get you to the point of turning your gaze from me & you & others to the Loving, Almighty Father/Creator of our beings. Now, that’s the fact of the purpose for these writings of mine. Not preaching but sharing with you. Read on.
Strange dream or was it a vision?
Wednesday, October 26, 2016 at 2:49 pm
O my Father—O Father of mine? What is the meaning of that empty depressing house that I saw in my dream? I went to bed because I was drowsy. I asked You to speak to me in my dream. I dozed. I found myself standing in an open picture window. I held on to the frame of the window. I looked inside of the house. Tall walls. Dirty carpet. A man sitting in some elevated chair in the corner of the room with his feet extended. He was talking on the phone. He finished his talk. Perhaps I asked if that was his house. I understood he was a school principal. He lived there with his mom and sister. I asked about a wife. He kind of squirmed around but did not answer. I woke up.
The way I am feeling right now? Perhaps as empty and depressed as that house looked. I cannot continue writing about dreams, O my Father—O Father of mine, You know it. There is no evidence or proof that in fact You are speaking to me. The only indication to this moment is that I am still the same as I used to be—Bipolar. Unless You prove to me that it is not so, I cannot continue writing. I’ll just stay right here and see what my fate shall be. Whatever, I am 77 years old so I should not have long to wait for my death.