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!
