Hey ye all!
I can do ‘copyright’! On my way to the top on the wings of the dove of the power of love from on high! Watch carefully how Father is doing His number with me. Hahaha! HalleluYah!
Another Rung In My Ladder To The Top. On Wings Or Rungs To The Top I’m Bound …
Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Wednesday, September 14, 2016 at 10:43 am
O my Father—O Father of mine, what top are You lifting me to?
Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart, pause & reflect. Have I not created you to be the head not the tail?
Ah! My Father, O my Father—O Father of mine, that has been my pet-peeve for a long time. Why am I the tail of the monster that goes by the name of ‘society’, The Society Of Mankind? All The Big Chiefs, Doctors, Layers, Kings, Presidents And Indian Chiefs, Head Of This Or That Department, VIPs. Me? A nobody! O how humiliating it could be.
Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart, pause and reflect on the fact of my first warning to your ancestor. Did I not commanded Adam not to eat from the Knowledge of Good & Evil? Why did I allowed Adam to disobey My commandment? After this many years of suffering the consequences of such knowledge, can you now understand My reason?
O my Father—O Father of mine, I surely do. What a way to teach me such lesson. But what if Adam had listened to You? What if Adam had refused such diet?
Then, O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart, just the same, you would be wondering and pondering on the possibilities to become like or better than Me, just like Satan attempted and continues to attempt through the mind of every human being born under the curse of his dominion over mankind.
Ah! Why didn’t I think of that? I see it, O my Father—O Father of mine, I see it but, why others refuse to see it? Why are people the way they are? Why do you let me act & react with my human mind? I know, You have given me that answer before, why do I continue to repeat the same stupid actions over and over again? It does not make sense, O my Father—O Father of mine, it just does not make sense. Worse than that, it makes me look like You have not taught me better. Is Your name that is at stake.
Really? O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart? Is it My name that you are concerned about or is it your shame and reputation? Is it My name or your fear of man?
Ha! O my Father—O Father of mine? I kind of had a hunch that such was the case. Even so, I needed to hear it from You. If I just go to correct myself? I’ll be self-righteous. Right?
O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart? You got it! Indeed, you got it! From now on, your reactions will be more than adequate to each occasion with the savor of the fun-loving personality that I have gifted unto you.
Hahaha! I am coming up smelling like a rose after all! How about that? Onward I am going, singing, and praising, voices are raising, I’ll not repine! Thanks, O my Father—O Father of mine, I’ll not repine, for I am Yours and You are mine! Hahaha! HalleluYah!