It is a frightening thing to see. It is enough to make anyone run for cover. Even so, You have invested me with Your whole armor; for I am not fighting against flesh and blood. You saw all that transpired on this day. I stand now at attention. What am I to do next? Is it time for me to reach Ahmad? Or, should I wait? I’ll wait and see what You develop in the next few hours. I can no longer take any kind of chances. I wait on You.
In the matter of the Internet business and the monies You have promised to us, what am I to do next? I take it I am to continue writing & publishing?
Sunday, November 20, 2016 at 7:34 pm
I will now record the hand-written days in the previous apartment in a file saved as, A record of my last days in the previous apartment.
Sunday, November 20, 2016 at 9:04 pm
I have been recording those hand-written days. I did not hear from Ahmad. I now have a heater but, I can only turn it on for a short time. No matter, I am thankful for it. I will go to bed now and hope You give Your beloved some needed sleep.
Monday, November 21, 2016 at 3:40 am
Thanks for sleep my Father, O my Father—O Father of mine, thanks for Your Presence in my heart and in my life. I know I am not fighting against flesh & blood but! The fact remains, I am a weak human being. The flesh is weak but Your Spirit within my flesh is strong! Thus I have nothing to fear.
I no longer fear much less doubt but! I grieve along Your Spirit to witness the state & condition of Your children at large. Per the reactions of Your people I can tell only a few are earnestly connecting with Your Spirit within me.
For the most, to merit their acceptance and love one has to abide by their demands & conditions. They claim unconditional love yet, in the same breath they eject such demands & conditions. O my Father, O my Father—O Father of mine, only by the power of love within my being can I endure.
Even so, when I am face to face with any individual of Your children, I can literally see the eyes of Satan surface in their pupils as I mention the word ‘Satan’. That’s the moment I lose them. That’s the moment of Satan’s control over the individual child of Yours. What am I to do, O my Father—O Father of mine?
Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart, how have I dealt with you? How did you come to your senses and return to My house? Was it not by the power of feeding on the bread of affliction? You left My house, the home of My nature within your being to satisfy your lust for the things of the world—the love & approval of mankind. What did you find? Only the travesty of human love.