Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Monday, November 7, 2016 at 12:08 am
Sleep is overtaking me. Well, nowadays sleep is my thing. I slept until around 4:30 am. Been checking emails & comments. Now back to my task.
Monday, November 7, 2016 at 6:43 am
My week is starting with a bang of assertiveness. Where does my help come from? My help does not come from the hills of the human mind. My help comes from the Mighty Presence of my Father/Creator within my heart. O my Father—O Father of mine, where am I going? I know I need to continue putting together ‘The Harvest Today’ but, I keep getting distracted with other things. Perhaps now is the time? I’ll see.
Monday, November 7, 2016 at 11:41 am
O my Father—O Father of mine, where are You? The daily re-run of nothingness is getting to me. Not only to me. Is getting to everyone else. We are all suffering the consequences of our own selfishness. No two ways about it. There is no peace for the wicked nature within our beings.
Constant struggle to survive. Constant struggle period. I beseech You, bring me back into Your rest. Here is my dilemma, to sit & wait while my loved ones get further away from me? How long, my Father, O my Father—O Father of mine, how long am I to wait?
What is it going to take for me to set my gaze on You. How long is it going to be for me to see Your Deliverance?
Of course, there are the ones that do not struggle with such matters. Even so, the struggling of humanity affects all living souls. No two ways about it.
Monday, November 7, 2016 at 3:07 pm
Good News! Yeap! Good News! There is no need for us to worry about anything much less worry about things beyond our conceptions. You know what? That sounds preachy but, if I am preaching it is to my own self that I am doing so. Please bear with me.
I am up here, in my roof apartment of my dreams, 4 floors from the ground floor. Surrounded by lively greenery. Books, pens along all kinds of trinkets I could use for whatever. At the moment I am enjoying a delicious fruity mixture hot drink. I am blessed with a powerful desktop computer & printer. All things ingeniously placed within my reach. My bed is right behind my desk. Soon as my eyelids begin to close I simply get up. I walk a couple of steps. I crawl under my velvet blankets. Ah! Thanks, my Father, how good You are to me. Sweet sound sleep takes over me.
On waking up, hum! Where is all that beauty of a moment ago? Need this. Need that. Where is Ahmad? Perhaps an email? Nothing! Father! Father! O my Father—O Father of mine, what is happening to me?
We cannot change eternity. We cannot change the Ever Existent One. No matter what are our religious or secular beliefs, our opinions, our philosophies, our concepts, our theories, conclusions & resolutions about all things in the whole Universe, no matter. We still have to wrestle with our own selves. With our churning minds. With our volatile feelings.
Ah but! There is hope. There is always hope in the power of love from on high. Whether gloom or glee, the power of love from on high is right there, as close to me as the heart that pumps the blood in my body for me to breathe & live. The power of love has never fail me. The power of love from on high will never fail thee. That’s the ‘Good News’!
His love in my heart for all, thiaBasilia.