Hahaha! Let laughter explode at the sight of hope for “Poor Basilia”. Perhaps at the sight of “Poor you”! Hahaha! HalleluYah!
Dear & beloved children, friends, brothers & sisters in the spirit and by the Spirit,
It is not by chance we are acquainted with each other. I am not a preacher nor I intent to preach. I come to you with my heart replete with the power of love from on high. This love is the powerful glue that shall bind us all for eternal bliss.
In this season of glee & national euphoria in the USA, I come to you with a message seemingly of gloom at first sight but! Not all things are as they seem to be. The message is in fact a message of eternal glee; a message to avail us when the glee & euphoria is not anymore among us to be found. Read on. Let the subtle beauty in the content of this message permeate your being.
Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Tuesday, November 15, 2016 at 12:16 am
“Poor Basilia.” Almost daily do I hear. “Poor Basilia my foot!” I, in rage defend & retaliate in high voice proclaiming, “The poor one is you, dumb thing that you are! Get out of my sight before I smack you a blow of death!” Hahaha! Comes the sound of laughter at my own expense—the expense of my natural & carnal nature.
Not two ways about it. I got to live bearing the cross. The cross? What on earth am I talking about. Hahaha! Never thought about it before. Never really understood those dark sayings in the written Scriptures. I now laugh at my own stupid assumption. For I thought my cross to be anyone of my dislike. Never thought the cross to be, my own natural & carnal me!