Hello paper.li! Remember the headline: Going Out Of Business! I Quit Before I Even Start The Trodden Down Path Of Marketing Whatever Is There To Market! WRITTEN BY THIABASILIA OCTOBER 10, 2015?

As usual, I have been wondering all over not knowing exactly what is what? One moment I am healthy and hopeful. The next moment? Back the pain returns with a vengeance. A rash on my face and other part of my body. Food could be the cause. Quit eating this or that. Nothing helps.

Been a few days now. Despair comes for a visit. Disturbed, but! Can’t figure out what my disturbance is all about? Suddenly! I burst into tears and exclaim, “I AM SCARED, MY FATHER!!!”

The tears flowed as I remember my best friend’s bout with a rare disease of the blood. She broke out in itching blisters all over her body. The blisters would bust—a horrible sight! My friend endured the horrendous attack for six months before she took her last breath. My fear? I could have been heading in the same direction.

My tears ceased. Peace and well-being overtook my body, mind and soul. Just then? Ahmad at the door bearing all kinds of healing foods to restore my body. I shared with Ahmad. Once again, we connected. He left. I got back to my writing. Eventually I slept on and off until I woke up from a vivid dream around 5 am.

In my dream, I saw a retractable screen. At the bottom of the screen? A big arrow pointing to the pulling handle. I pulled. A film display began to roll displaying ALL the post in the numerous blogs I have been inspired to create. Headline after headline after headline…Wow!

AWEKENED! What comes to mind? That surprise posting of my headline. http://paper.li/f-1399208123?edition_id=3df40a10-6fb7-11e5-a4e4-002590a5ba2d#/ Until this morning, I have not been able to understand the purpose for that headline appearing in paper.li. Almost daily the emails from paper.li appear in my sight since the appearing of that headline in October, 2015. Me? Not interested, but! A weird sense not to delete such mailings.

My profile. Who am I? Past. Present. 1. Past. A woman with a dysfunctional past big time. No matter what I did or not did? I could not function in the society of mankind. 2. Present. A functional woman—a human being under the care & protection of the Almighty Father/Creator of our beings. 3. In the past? A defeated woman saddled not only with the Dysfunctional label but also with the Bipolar, Manic Depressive & Schizophrenic labels. 4. In the present? An overcoming woman by The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky! 5. By The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky? I have overcome not only the Dysfunctional label but also all the labels this world saddles on all unsuspecting human beings. I am now an inspirational writer. I write to give witness or evidence of the Mighty Presence of our Father/Creator.in my heart & in my practical life. Whatever for? What would my witness do for you? Woa! You got me there! But, right before Yahushua was caught up in the clouds to go to the right hand of the Father, Yahushua said, Acts 1:6-8 It is not for you to become acquainted with and know what time brings [the things and events of time and their definite periods] or fixed years and seasons (their critical niche in time), which the Father has appointed (fixed and reserved) by His own choice and authority and personal power. But you shall receive power (ability, efficiency, and might) when the Set-Apart Spirit has come upon you, and you shall be My Witnesses in Jerusalem and all Judea and Samaria and to the ends (the very bounds) of the earth. … In view of the above Scriptures the writer records the journal of her daily living to give an account—to witness of the work that the Almighty Creator of our beings has done and continues to do in her life. I am a witness of the Almighty Creator of our beings in my heart & soul and in my practical daily existence! This is not a bogus claim but a reality in the life of the Author/Publisher of one of these books or SITES that you are now viewing! Thanks for your kind attention!

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