Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Wednesday, May 24, 2017 at 9:34 pm
Thanks for this day my Father. The pain subsided. I had a pleasant day. I will now go to bed and hope You give Your beloved sleep.
Thursday, May 25, 2017 at 12:25 am
I woke up from a dream. A man wearing a mask on his nose & mouth. Twice I saw him. The second time I was sent to buy a mask for $7.00.
The disturbing headline kept coming to mind. Loud construction noises going on downstairs—at midnight? What’s wrong with this people? Why Ahmad do not answer my call? Anger began its hold. Then I heard: “Check your inbox.” Wow! Ipuma Black. My comment. I re-blogged the poem as well, but I do not know if it worked. So, here is a copy of it:
Days, Months, even years have passed by
And all I have done is to try and try.
Once bitten, twice shy
But I couldn’t do anything except for cry.
Attempt after attempt, I cried, I tried.
But the results never happened to be in my stride.
Am I too dumb – not worthy of this?
Should I just stop and never dream of bliss?
And there out of nowhere, I heard a voice so sweet
Stop crying, it said, and stand up on your feet.
Work hard instead of wasting precious time
Success will come to you when your effort is at its prime.
Don’t be disheartened that your success seems to delay
Keep working hard and one day, I promise, it will pay.
Don’t lose hope, don’t cease to pray
Your hard work has already got you this far away.
Success will come to you when the time is right
And then you’ll forget this sorrow and have a future bright.
Now for the exam, when you take your seat,
Please keep in mind – delay is not defeat!