Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Saturday, November 12, 2016 at 1:24 pm
First of all, I talk to my Father. He talks to me. Or? Is it the other way around? Sometimes in my most pious long gone days, I would be going on with my perennial litany: “Make me into what You want me to be.” Suddenly! I heard,
“What is it My child that you want Me to make you into? I already made you a human being. Go! Be a genuine human being! Renounce that distasteful hypocrisy of yours! Why do you want to be super good? Is it not for your own selfish gain?”
Ha! Now You tell me! Okay! I’ll be but! How can I be ‘genuine’? I rack my brains trying to be. Only to find out I am not! It does not make sense, O my Father—O Father of mine! I have no clarity. I have no competence. I have no confidence. O! my doom for sure! Or? Am I talking or writing nonsense?
“Yeah, O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart, for sure you just recorded seven sentences of nonsense! Clarity. Competence. Confidence? I have handed it all to you in the silver platter of the power of My love from on high. So, quit your nonsense. Go on with the task I have assigned on to you.”
Since that day, I am genuine. I make no bones or pretensions about a goodness that is not my own. A goodness that only stems from my carnal mind or volatile emotions. If I am angry? I do not grin & bear. Instead, I vent out my anger and let it go! If I am glad, I vent out such feeling as well.
Then? I close my doors and weep in agony of my ill manners! Not to be able to control your temper or your euphoric feelings? Totally humiliating! Go figure it!