United Kindred Spirits

Dear readers, since Father spoke those words to me, you have not an idea of the multitude of things bombarding my mind none stop until a couple of days ago. Father gave me a glimpse of what is coming in the near future.

Such glimpse has brought me a confirmation of His previous words to me. The best part about is that now I am 100% convinced, nothing is as it seems to be. Father’s ways & thoughts are far above our thoughts & ways. From a previous post I quote,

“Poor Basilia”! the Almighty Loving Father/Creator gives her a glimpse of restored areas to house the chosen while waiting for Yahushua’s return. Areas beaming with organic fields yielding vegetables & fruits free from harming chemicals to our minds & bodies. Flowering gardens for the bees to produce honey for the survival of the chosen. Areas where the chickens and the goats and the cows are not injected with chemicals geared to slowly kill the chosen, but! “Poor Basilia” is only able to see the impossibility of it all.

Ha! Today, for sure, no more thinking of such a thing as impossible. In my heart, there rings a melody of love & hope & certainty. Waiting now expectantly for what is to happen even the next minute.

Hum! “Poor Basilia”, all she can do is hope for the honey craving to go aawayy! “Poor Basilia” such immensity developing in the invisible but! She is stuck without honey! Will she overcome such craving? For sure, until she does, there will be no honey!

Ha ha ha! Who knows? Father might cause that craving to go away. Then, the honey to appear after all! Hahaha! HalleluYah! His power of love from on high never fails. It always avails even in the most minute wantings of His obedient children.

Sunday, April 2, 2017 at 6:55 pm

O man! All that given to me has elevated my emotions to the max, but! It looks like at this hour all things coming to me are negative. Perhaps the best thing I can do is to go to sleep.

I guess to hear the expression, “It’s Sunday, I am going to church.” throws me into the pit. It’s like no matter what? It’s business as usual. O my Father—O Father of mine? Where are my kindred spirits? Where are the ones that dare to ‘quit’ business as usual? I’m going to sleep. I know You will get me out of this pit.