Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Sunday, February 5, 2017 at 3:57 am
Ha! While writing & inspiring the thing to do with this essay addressed to Rebecca & Ben came to me. The phone! Make a call! That’s the thing to do! Right on! On the double I go! Why not? You have given me the power to perceive Your loving voice. The power to obey without delay!
Sunday, February 5, 2017 at 3:46 pm
It’s time to take a break. It’s now 10:38 pm. I woke up around 7:30 pm. I am in a procrastination mode. Don’t know which way to turn. There are many ‘awesome’ in my last post but! No tangible response. Maybe people are only watching to see how You will respond? In fact, that’s where I am at—just watching & waiting for Your response. I am holding off from sending the letter to Rebecca & Ben. I will call now and see what happens. Duh! It’s Sunday. Close. Opens from 8-5 excluding Sundays & holidays. Going to bed.
Monday, February 6, 2017 at 6:34 am
Hum! O my Father—O Father of mine, this child of Yours is goofy. I complicate things. Whatever for? Beats me! It seems to me, the nature I was born with.is to complicate things. Thank goodness! I do not have to abide in that nature. Your nature within me reigns! Your nature within me always leads me to the simple solution for everything!
Yeah! It’s embarrassing to have to admit one’s own stupidity but! Once one admits? It all fits! No kidding. This crucial email to Rebecca & Ben has thrown me for a loop. It has shaken my faith big time. It has caused me, procrastination! Waiting in doubt wondering, wondering, wondering, Why can I not reach AWAI by phone? Why? Try again. Try again. Try again? Let me call Pat and find out what time is it there? Ha! Pat says, “It’s Sunday Thia! No one opens on Sunday!” Hahaha! “Thanks for bringing me down to earth! Been in the land of no time!”
O well, back to bed I go to sleep it off. Woke up hungry. Set up to cook & reflect. My reflecting takes place while I am engaged in all of those mundane chores. No need to sit & breath & stretch & let my imagination soar above the clouds.
Indeed! Chop, chop, chop…that’s all in your imagination, thiaBasilia. The truth is different. And down descend wisdom & power to overthrow all my lofty imaginings, all my real doubts & fears. Behold! The Power Of Love From On High Descending Upon Us All. It Never Fails. It Always Avails!