Anger And Hate In My Heart? A Murderer I AM Deserving The Punishment I Wish For The Object Of My Anger And Hate….

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Happy to announce that “Thia Basilia’s Corner” is now a reality on SIWO. Publish under the category Thia Basilia and the post will be stored in the same place for future reading and consultation. Wao!

Dear Reader, this is a great honor not for thiaBasilia, but! For the Almighty Loving Father/Creator of our beings. He alone can adjust ALL inharmonious circumstances in our lives.

Suggestion:

• Let His words quoted in these posts grab you. Let those words empower you with the power of love and wisdom from on high.
• Let all and any emotions elate and deflate, come and go, rise and fall like the waves of the sea.
• Do not get stuck in the natural emotional waves that those words could produce.
• Emotional upheaval is carnal.
• A stench into the Almighty’s nostrils.
• It has nothing to do with the power of love and wisdom from on high.

Remember,

Not everyone who says to Me, Lord, Lord, will enter the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of My Father Who is in heaven. 

Many will say to Me on that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in Your name and driven out demons in Your name and done many mighty works in Your name? 

And then I will say to them openly (publicly), I never knew you; depart from Me, you who act wickedly [disregarding My commands].

Matthew 7:21-23

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

Tuesday, August 22, 2017 at 9:11 am

Am I angry? Yes! But not with the murdering anger in the heart of my past, but! I am angry and disgusted with the pride and arrogance and ignorance and distasteful hypocrisy of our carnal nature!

Should I sit here simmering in such raging wave that could make out of me a bitter soul? NAY! That’s a thing of my past. Instead, I distinctively hear Your voice from my heart,

Isaiah 40:1-31

COMFORT, COMFORT My people, says the Almighty Creator of your beings! Speak tenderly to the heart of Jerusalem, and cry to her that her time of service and her warfare are ended, that her punishment is accepted and her iniquity is pardoned, that she has received punishment from the Master’s hand double for all her sins.

A voice of one who cries: Prepare in the wilderness the way of the Master—clear away the obstacles; make straight and smooth in the desert a highway for the Almighty Creator of your beings! Every valley shall be lifted and filled up, and every mountain and hill shall be made low; and the crooked and uneven shall be made straight and level, and the rough places a plain.  And the esteem (majesty and splendor) of the Master shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together; for the mouth of the Master has spoken it.

A voice says, Cry—prophesy! And I said, What shall I cry? The voice answered, Proclaim: All flesh is as frail as grass, and all that makes it attractive—its kindness, its goodwill, its mercy from the Almighty Creator of our beings, its esteem and comeliness, however good is transitory, like the flower of the field.

The grass withers, the flower fades, when the breath of the Master blows upon it; surely ALL the people are like grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our Almighty Creator of our beings will stand forever.

O you who bring good tidings to Zion, get up to the high mountain. O you who bring good tidings to Jerusalem, lift up your voice with strength, lift it up, be not afraid; say to the cities of Judah, Behold your Almighty Creator of your beings! Behold, the Master Creator of our beings will come with might, and His arm will rule for Him. Behold, His reward is with Him, and His recompense before Him.

He will feed His flock like a shepherd: He will gather the lambs in His arm, He will carry them in His bosom and will gently lead those that have their young.

Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, marked off the heavens with a nine-inch span, enclosed the dust of the earth in a measure, and weighed the mountains in scales and the hills in a balance?

Who has directed the Spirit of the Master, or as His counselor has taught Him? With whom did He take counsel, that instruction might be given Him?

Who taught Him the path of justice and taught Him knowledge and showed Him the way of understanding?

Behold, the nations are like a drop from a bucket and are counted as small dust on the scales; behold, He takes up the isles like a very little thing. And all Lebanon’s [forests] cannot supply sufficient fuel, nor all its wild beasts furnish victims enough to burn sacrifices worthy of the Master. All the nations are as nothing before Him; they are regarded by Him as less than nothing and emptiness (waste, futility, and worthlessness). To whom then will you liken the Almighty Creator of our beings? Or with what likeness will you compare Him?

The graven image! A workman casts it, and a goldsmith overlays it with gold and casts silver chains for it. He who is so impoverished that he has no offering or oblation or rich gift to give to his deity is constrained to make a wooden offering, an idol; so he chooses a tree that will not rot; he seeks out a skillful craftsman to carve and set up an image that will not totter or deteriorate—you worshipers of idols, you are without excuse.

Do you not know? Have you not heard? Has it not been told you from the beginning? These things ought to convince you of the Almighty Creator of our beings’ omnipotence and of the folly of bowing to idols. Have you not understood from the foundations of the earth?

It is the Almighty Creator of our beings Who sits above the circle (the horizon) of the earth, and its inhabitants are like grasshoppers; it is He Who stretches out the heavens like gauze curtains and spreads them out like a tent to dwell in, Who brings dignitaries to nothing, Who makes the judges and rulers of the earth as chaos (emptiness, falsity, and futility).

Yes, these men are scarcely planted, scarcely are they sown, scarcely does their stock take root in the earth, when the Master blows upon them and they wither, and the whirlwind or tempest takes them away like stubble.

To whom then will you liken Me, that I should be equal to him? says the Set Apart One. Lift up your eyes on high and see! Who has created these? He Who brings out their host by number and calls them all by name; through the greatness of His might and because He is strong in power, not one is missing or lacks anything.

Why, O Jacob, do you say, and declare, O Israel, My way and my lot are hidden from the Master, and my right is passed over without regard from my Almighty Creator? Have you not known? Have you not heard? The everlasting Creator of your beings, the Master, the Creator of the ends of the earth, does not faint or grow weary; there is no searching of His understanding.

He gives power to the faint and weary, and to him who has no might He increases strength causing it to multiply and making it to abound. Even youths shall faint and be weary, and selected young men shall feebly stumble and fall exhausted; but those who wait for the Master—who expect, look for, and hope in Him shall change and renew their strength and power; they shall lift their wings and mount up close to the Almighty Creator of our beings as eagles mount up to the sun; they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint or become tired.

Astonished! Dumfound! Flabbergasted! Those words vibrate within my whole being! Why not? Just one small paragraph is enough to grasp the immensity of our Father/Creator’s love for us,

He will feed His flock like a shepherd: He will gather the lambs in His arm, He will carry them in His bosom and will gently lead those that have their young.

• He will feed us like a shepherd.
• He will gather us in His arm.
• He will carry us in His bosom.
• He will gently lead us with our young ones.

Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy-laden and overburdened, and I will cause you to rest.

• I will ease and relieve and refresh your souls.
• Take My yoke upon you and learn of Me, for I am gentle—meek and humble lowly in heart, and you will find rest—relief and ease and refreshment and recreation and blessed quiet for your souls.
• For My yoke is wholesome—useful, good—not harsh, hard, sharp, or pressing, but comfortable, gracious, and pleasant, and My burden is light and easy to be borne.

Said Yahushua in Matthew 11:28-30

I came. I now rest underneath His everlasting arms. True to His words. He has eased and relieved and refresh my troubled soul of my past. What am I talking about? Have I come into a trouble-free life? Am I living a life of comfort and ease and carnal pleasure? Spare me the gruesome details of such a life!

Yes, before I came? I WAS LOADED big time! Now? The LOAD has not disappeared. I have not won the lottery. In fact, the LOAD has enlarged, but! I am not carrying such LOAD anymore!

Talking about the yoke that I am now sporting? Wholesome—useful, good—not harsh, hard, sharp, or pressing, but comfortable, gracious, and pleasant, and my burden is now light and easy to be borne. No sweat! I came up smelling like a rose!  Hahaha! HalleluYah!

His love in my heart for all remains there to stay for eternity, thiaBasilia.