Important! We Are In The Days Of Abundance The Days Of Lack Are Coming. Let’s Prepare By The Power Of Love From On High.…

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

The agony of my soul … May your own soul move upwards right above the stars. Behold! The Ever Existent One waiting for you. Waiting for me. To set us free. May it so be done.

To conclude, once the end quote becomes the reality of your life? You will have no problem in connecting with yours truly and benefitting from the treasure in her heart to share with you.

I’m ready now to publish this powerful post that could change your whole world from good to excellent, even more, perfect! Perfect world knocking at your door. What more could you ever want for?

Tuesday, March 21, 2017 at 9:29 am

Write & publish & optimize. I’ll do the rest. Alright, how ‘bout reading, my Father? That’s part of Your writing task. You have to read to write. Yes, I do read. Sometimes I hit a really good read connecting with my spirit but! For the most? I sadly must confess, I find no connection with the rest. A multitude of writings exulting the Self Glorified Mind of our birth.

What about You, my Father? Where are You? What am I to do, my Father?

The whole worldly spectrum is enough to deplete my soul of any hope for change if only momentarily but! I will continue to write & publish & optimize whatever You lead me to do.

I know the time is near for Your Mighty Being to arise with healing in Your hands. I know Your Plan of restoration to the original intent for our creation will soon happen.

I wait for such grand event. I wait with patience & composure in hope. Hope is the evidence of things not yet seen. Regardless, O my Father — O Father of mine? Regardless my heart desire to wait with patience & composure? I wonder, How long? How long must I wait my Father, how long?

  • How long must I wait for that email from Diana?
  • How long must I wait for that call from Landon?
  • How long must I wait to chat with Denise?
  • How long must I wait to hear any news from Robin?
  • How long must I wait for Roxana to make time to contact me?
  • How long must I wait for Ahmad’s call?

I’ll wait. I refuse to give up the hope.

You promised my work shall be rewarded — my children shall return home where they belong. They shall return home — the same home of my habitat. My habitat in Your Presence, the essence and central core of my soul. For all Your beloved You are, the home where all belong.

So, I am often misunderstood. I been accused of wanting my children to come home to me, but! That’s not the case. To come home where I live? Yes, but, that’s not my home — that’s my Father’s heart. I live in my Father’s heart. My Father is my home. likewise, my Father is the home for all His children.

Monday, March 20, 2017 at 11:11 pm

Dear Reader, my life is flying upwards like a rocket! Most of the time I am holding on and enjoying the ride in the Presence of my Heavenly Father, but! Unfortunately, I have to come down to earth. When I do, when I come down to earth is like a crash landing! O man! Where am I at? What’s happening, my Father? Where are You? Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Ah! I hear You. “Write & publish & optimize. I will do the rest.”

So, this last week end? What can I say about it? Shock! Just now I am coming out of shock land into the Promised Land in my Father’s Presence. Here is what happened:

I write & publish & optimize as per Father’s instruction to do. That’s swell & dandy. Lots of readers are minding whatever Father gives me to write & publish. Sometimes within minutes of posting new readers respond.

Of course, I like that! I was getting quite comfy with all that activity. Then this last weekend’s shock — not a single like! (Tuesday, March 21, 2017 12:26 am) Going to sleep. Woke up. 3:38 am. Go fix coffee. Come to computer to write.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017 at 3:51 am

Thanks for sleep, my Father. And thanks for sending me the email about eating avocado seeds. I had several avocado seeds waiting for my planting them. I washed & peeled & cut them into pieces. I placed them in a jar in the fridge.

Yesterday, I headed to the family. They have a powerful blender. They pulverized my seeds. I came home with my golden treasure. I proceeded to make me a coconut smoothie.

I put a generous spoon of the golden power among other ingredients at hand. I got my ginger root and cut a couple of slices. I added it to the mixture. Placed the mixture in my blender. Added honey & a cup of hot water. High speeded the whole thing and, began to zip, zip, zip until I zipped the last drop.

I worked, worked, worked for better than three hours. Went to sleep around 12:30 am. Woke up pain free around 3:45 am. Wow! Pain free! The avocado seeds did their work. Their work? NAY! Father put those seeds to work. At last! He answered my plea to set me free from the nasty pain of many months before. How ‘bout that?

Anyhow, back to my shocking weekend. I wrote about it in a post I intent to edit before I post it because of the way things have developed. After I wrote my last line before I went to sleep around 12:30 am I intended to quote what I wrote about the weekend but I had to go to sleep.

Funny thing. It came to me at that point before I went to sleep, to check how I had published the posts. I did and found discrepancies in the posting. I corrected & updated. Surprise! The response was immediate just like before. Hahaha! HalleluYah! Where did my shocking weekend go? It’s still on record. Let me quote it:

Monday, March 20, 2017 at 5:35 am

Indeed! Phew! Not just what a day but! What a week end! I started the last post with a notice to entice all to click the link at the end of the post but! It looks like whoever read the head line just clicked away. Never even bother with the notice to my chagrin! Not even one like. It looks like the post was completely ignored! How puzzling!

My profile. Who am I? Past. Present. 1. Past. A woman with a dysfunctional past big time. No matter what I did or not did? I could not function in the society of mankind. 2. Present. A functional woman—a human being under the care & protection of the Almighty Father/Creator of our beings. 3. In the past? A defeated woman saddled not only with the Dysfunctional label but also with the Bipolar, Manic Depressive & Schizophrenic labels. 4. In the present? An overcoming woman by The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky! 5. By The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky? I have overcome not only the Dysfunctional label but also all the labels this world saddles on all unsuspecting human beings. I am now an inspirational writer. I write to give witness or evidence of the Mighty Presence of our Father/ my heart & in my practical life. Whatever for? What would my witness do for you? Woa! You got me there! But, right before Yahushua was caught up in the clouds to go to the right hand of the Father, Yahushua said, Acts 1:6-8 It is not for you to become acquainted with and know what time brings [the things and events of time and their definite periods] or fixed years and seasons (their critical niche in time), which the Father has appointed (fixed and reserved) by His own choice and authority and personal power. But you shall receive power (ability, efficiency, and might) when the Set-Apart Spirit has come upon you, and you shall be My Witnesses in Jerusalem and all Judea and Samaria and to the ends (the very bounds) of the earth. … In view of the above Scriptures the writer records the journal of her daily living to give an account—to witness of the work that the Almighty Creator of our beings has done and continues to do in her life. I am a witness of the Almighty Creator of our beings in my heart & soul and in my practical daily existence! This is not a bogus claim but a reality in the life of the Author/Publisher of one of these books or SITES that you are now viewing! Thanks for your kind attention!

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