Skipping and dancing in the rain. Joyfully, fearlessly. Clad with my childhood dream of that freely dress with parasol and shoes to match. Come, my dear Reader, come! Let’s us skip and dance together to the tune of our Father/Creator’s love and protection.

Like the lily among thorns, so are you, my love, among the daughters. Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away…

Ha! Ha! HalleluYah! Big or Tiny Questions… Big or Tiny Frustrations… Whooping disappointments always on the making… Singing & praising & joyfully leaping… Fearless I’m going on and on! Regardless!

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

Sunday, July 16, 2017 at 5:49 pm

Here is the beginning of another post. Father? All things are falling into place accordingly to Your plan for my life. Day by day. Moment by moment. Any unexpected time? You give a glimpse of Your amazing doings. I remain in awe.

All day yesterday, Ahmad’s statement rang in my ears. My life’s doings became to a stand-still the whole day. I slept. I woke up? The same stillness. Went back to sleep. Woke up again…

Monday, July 17, 2017 at 3:07 am

Ha! Woke up again… Go to the bathroom. Washing my hands. What do I hear?

“Objections. The stumbling block in the way of human kind.”

Oh? What is this that I hear? Impossible! Impossible You say? For a plain golden punking to become a golden chariot?

Oh? Oh? Oh? Ahmad came for a visit. By and by, I read to Ahmad what I wrote in the previous post: …’ Even Making the most audacious request of them all, aka, requesting donations to build a $500000.00 capital to start populating the desserts of Jordan.

Ahmad exclaimed. “That’s impossible, Basilia!” He proceeded to explain to me his conversation with re-known University Professors. Apparently, Ahmad asked about planting in the desserts. The answer? It cannot be done because the USA dumped nuclear waste in the waters under the Jordan desserts, but!