Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Thursday, December 15, 2016 at 5:11 am
What a life this life in Your Presence is turning out to be, O my Father—O Father of mine? Never a dull moment even in the dullest of circumstances. Wow! One surprise after the other. Me? Gratefully & joyfully dumbfounded! Oh? What am I rambling on now? Nay! No rambling. Speaking truth. Unexpected truth. Truth beyond my wildest expectations. Nothing like I had figure out truth to be! Hahaha! HalleluYah!
Know what? The wind is furiously making a wreck of the few objects in my roof. The heater is not the best in the world. It’s winter time in Amman. Ugly time. Rain, wind, snow and repeat. Okay, let’s face nothing like the north of the USA. Nothing like Russia. Nothing like the Antarctic but! Winter time in Amman it is worse because, the people makes no preparation to face winter. It is something quite out of their concern.
Actually, to their estimation they prepare, how? Liken one is in the wilderness. As if the normal in the wilderness is without electricity or gas or any of the modern commodities we are used to in the city. Everybody is to stay home. Minimum traffic in the streets. Business are shot. In the event of lack of anything of vital importance like food for your children or medicine? The police is ready to assist in such emergencies. Other than that? Forget about my honey! That’s not an emergency, Basilia! Ah! Why didn’t I think of that?
Anyhow, for the first time in my life I am truly enjoying this life perched in my roof apartment bailing water out of my bathroom every couple of hours; dreading the moment when nature calls; unable to warm myself up even under the thick blankets, incommunicado for lack of minutes in my cell, no fear or dread of what if, and without any honey!!!!