My Dream? All Religious Or Otherwise Beliefs And Indian Chiefs To Forever End. Instead? To Bend. To Unite By The Power Of Love From On High! My Dream? A Reality

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

Saturday, May 20, 2017 at 10:33 am

May be 18 hours since I recorded anything in this journal. Been working on graphics, writing comments, listening to Ray Edwards & Derek Murphy & Rebecca Matter. I emailed a persuasion letter to Rebecca. Maybe she’ll respond this time. I been doing chores all the while I am thinking about my relationship with Ahmad and with my children.

But mainly, O my Father—O Father of mine? I been reflecting on how You have changed my attitude. Wisdom—Your wisdom prevails. You sent much to think about in the last few days. I am concerned with the setup of, “LOVE—The End of the Matter. The Power of Love.” I am also concerned about, “Overcoming Supernaturally: Tumultuous Dysfunctional Past Bipolar-Depression-Schizophrenia Calm Serene Productive Present.”

I sense You are leading me to redo the cover for Overcoming Supernaturally. I will leave the title and redo the description with the subtitle. Perhaps change the background. I know You’ll show me what to do. It will be easy to have somebody do my cover but, that won’t be me. I wait on You.

Sunday, May 21, 2017 at 4:27 am

Been up for about an hour. Been working on the cover. Where to go? So many trails. So many distractions. Show me the way my Father, show me the way. I cannot forever stay uncertain which way for me to go on. You have a purpose for all of these goings-on. I wait. I will not lose my gait. (5:19 am Office needs to update. Closing the program for now.)

Sunday, May 21, 2017 at 11:00 am

I can’t believe my blessings! No kidding. I am blessed no matter lack of success or any other mess. I goof-up every step of the way, but! That’s the beauty of it all—I’m getting the knack of all my goofing-ups! I roam around. I munch on this or that. I chop & cook. I wash a dish or two. I change things around in my tiny apartment. I wonder where is Ahmad? Where is Yazeed? What goes on with my family? Why my friends do not answer my calls or emails? Why my readers do not arise & tribe & subscribe much less invest in the process? Why the big wheels pay no mind to my persuasion letters?

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