I Sense In My Heart A Deep Sadness. A Sadness Too Deep To Describe. I Am Sensing Your Sadness. Why Not?

At last the post I did not post! I think. If I posted it, it might be a good idea to be read again! lol

We read the testimonials of success & glee to prove the efficacy of positive thinking. Magnetism! Immediately we embark to attain such coveted results, but! The sound testimonials attesting ‘Repentance’ to be the only way to attain permanent and eternal joy? Ha! “Don’t talk to me like that!” “I don’t want to hear it!”. …Sad…Regardless! Behold, the power of love from on high!It never fails! It will always avails!

Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …

Wednesday, January 4, 2017 at 1:21 am

O my Father—O Father of mine? In You I am complete despite even of my own carnal nature. Ha! It would be nice should You eradicate the carnal nature in us now while still in this world. Thus, I won’t have to worry my egoic carnal nature insidious quest to control at any cost!

Wednesday, January 4, 2017 at 2:19 am

Goodness! Goodness! Goodness sake! I see all those happy, happy faces. Hands flipped wide & upwards! Free! Free! Free! They claim to be? Man! What a job to be free! Lift your hands! Sit so! Breathe this or that way! one hour here or there! Meditate! Eat this or that or vice versa!

Okay! I am a party pooper but! That’s just too much for this lovely thing that I am! Why should I need such rigorous life style when I have a Father gifting me far better & easier ways to achieve permanent & perfect eternal peace, joy resting underneath His everlasting arms?

No. I do not sport a happy radiant beautiful face with perfect teeth glaring a healthy smile. Hum! Do I envy the ones portraying such face? Nay! Been there, done that! Now I am back! What now does my face portray? Take a look. 

Hum! On the way to the photographer for my passport picture, Ahmad harassed me. Don’t even remember his problem. By the time we arrived at the photographer I was none too cheerful. Fortunately, my hair was not sticking out like a mad professor but! My smile to brighten up my eyes? Not present at all! The photographer much too busy to get a nice smile out of me. I managed to smirk.

Got my pictures and! Resignation. What else? Truth? My face portrays my feelings at any given moment. Am I concerned about my looks? Nay! But Wesam? The minute I am in her presence, she gets a hold of my hair. She strips my unique attire. She invests me with whatever is nice and handy and, there! she presents her master piece! Ah! Beautiful! You are not fat after all! Come the remarks to delight my precious Wesam! Hahaha! HalleluYah!