Restoration In Progress. No Room For Emotional Upheavals Of Any Kind. Not Anger. Not Hate. Not Even Emotional Glee Upheavals. Rather Created Memories Of Days Gone By Avail Much…

TO MY READERS:

The Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua is a true-life story related with all details for a definite purpose–the purpose to demonstrate the work of a Loving Father for one of His rebellious wayward children. A work for the benefit of all! For it is not His will that any should perish.

I do believe many of you have caught on to the matter. For you keep coming back to my and our Father’s delight I am sure. I am going to tell you a secret. The things that I write? They touch the depth of my being before they even get to you, but! Here lately? My friends, I can tell you for sure, I know what really means to be in cloud nine. Only I think I have made it to cloud 10 because, the number 10 is when things really, really happen, and! Things are really, really happening within my being! Things that I never dream possible to happen. Wow!

So, keep coming back. If I miss a day or two? Read previous posts that could benefit you. Delighted for your visits. Keep it up. You are spreading joy to my heart and the heart of our Father/Creator. Much love, thiaBasilia. 🙂

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

Thursday, August 24, 2017 at 2:32 am

Read all emails & comments. Now I need to go back to sleep. But You know it my Father. I also hope for a good cry.

Thursday, August 24, 2017 at 9:32 am

The ups and downs of my emotional waves so much like the waves of the sea—they come and go. Steady Freddy. Ah! But it is a good thing I don’t live by the sea. Its waves don’t concern me. Likewise, it’s with my emotional sea, I don’t live by it or in it. Even when those waves flood me. My heart rises above them by the power of Your love and wisdom from on high, O my Father! O Father of mine! What’s for today?

Thursday, August 24, 2017 at 6:18 pm.

The day time is almost ending. I spend it creating a graphic. My mind and heart are heavy with the anger and hate that goes around. But You tell me to sit still. No need to panic. You are in control of it all. I will pull the graphic now.

Thursday, August 24, 2017 at 8:03 pm.

I do feel alone right now. Have no words to describe this sense of aloneness. I know You are right here with me. You never leave nor forsake me. Soon this moment will be over. Your Light will shine again in my troubled soul. You know all about it.

Friday, August 25, 2017 at 3:47 am.

I do feel alone right now. Why not? I know that You are with me, O my Father, I know it for sure, but! In this world? I have not yet found a place to lay my head. Corruption is the reality of this world. One way or the other, the human mind is corrupted as well. Just when I sense connection with someone. Just when I think I found the place I ought to be? Reality sets in.

There is no one. There is no place. In one hand, we claim worthiness and goodness. In the other hand, either we set ourselves to write and read filthy sex stories or whatever appeals to our carnal senses, cooking shows, the news, wholesome movies and on and on we go. There is no exception. No one is good. No one is righteous. We have ALL gone astray from the Creator we so brag about. We call evil good and good evil. We simply cannot let go of our carnal ways.

You alone are my SomeOne. You alone are my Secret Place, but! I am in this world. You have a purpose for my life. And though the reality of this world throws my emotions temporarily out of kilt, Your purpose for my life remains firm & steady.

What is it that throws my emotions out of kilt? The things I read from the most coveted sources of human beings. Even from sources I respect. I see a wholesome headline. I click only to find a not so wholesome content, or, worse yet, a deceitful one. What am I to do? Condole and compromise for the sake of my own search for a kindred spirit? No way! Help my Father, help! Help me to overcome this hurdle.

“My child, My precious thiaBasilia, you are a child of My heart. I know what you are feeling because I feel the same way. Yes, I have feelings. Yes, I feel and suffer all that you feel and suffer. So many of My own children still, do not recognize nor adhere to My commandments. Why? Because they have been programmed to believe those commandments are to deprive them of all things that mean pleasure to them.

I walked among you in a human body just like yours. I know how my children feel. I know that they seek pleasure because they feel forsaken by Me. The world of corruption engulfs every human soul. My children cannot understand how I let it happen. So, they find solace in whatever entertainment suits their carnal nature, be it wholesome or not so wholesome, but! Fear not. I have not forsaken My children. I have not ceased from one moment to work out My plan to restore all My children to the original intent of their creation.

Thus, My purpose for your life. Fear not! Do not despair! The discoveries that throw your emotions out of kilt? Only a minor attempts from the enemy of your soul to discourage you. Even so, remember My inspired words. It’s written,

Let us therefore be zealous and exert ourselves and strive diligently to enter that rest of Yahuwah, to know and experience it for ourselves, that no one may fall or perish by the same kind of unbelief and disobedience into which those in the wilderness fell.

For the Word that Yahuwah/Yahushua speaks is alive and full of power making it active, operative, energizing, and effective; it is sharper than any two-edged sword, penetrating to the dividing line of the breath of life (soul) and the immortal spirit, and of joints and marrow of the deepest parts of our nature, exposing and sifting and analyzing and judging the very thoughts and purposes of the heart.

And not a creature exists that is concealed from His sight, but all things are open and exposed, naked and defenseless to the eyes of Him with Whom we have to do.

Inasmuch then as we have a great High Priest Who has already ascended and passed through the heavens, Yahushua the Son of Yahuwah, let us hold fast our confession of belief in Him. For we do not have a High Priest Who is unable to understand and sympathize and have a shared feeling with our weaknesses and infirmities and liability to the assaults of temptation, but One Who has been tempted in every respect as we are, yet without sinning.

Let us then fearlessly and confidently and boldly draw near to the throne of grace—the throne of Yahuwah’s unmerited favor to us sinners, that we may receive mercy for our failures and find grace to help in good time for every need—appropriate help and well-timed help, coming just when we need it.

O my Beloved Father! You are so good! You have given me appropriate help and well-timed help, coming just when I need it on this moment of despair. Onward I am going with the task You have assigned unto me.

Friday, August 25, 2017 at 5:50 am.

Father? O the wonderful thoughts running by me this glorious morning. I been thinking as I do every single day about my children. But, this morning? It’s been Steven’s turn. Tears flow. Laughter follows. O what memories! That Christmas Day I walked in that little house in Westwego carrying a bundle of joy in my arms—a precious blond hair little fellow so precious that he stole our hearts from the minute we laid eyes on him.

The girls quickly made room for him. One of them gave up her bunk bed to laid the precious one on. He slept clutching his Winnie the Pooh bear. He woke to a house full of doting little girls to his delight. Just a little over 2-years old. He talked and talked, but! He stuttered. It was so funny! He entertained us all. I would ask him, “What’s your name?” He would start his answer, “Ssssst…” And I would say, “Spit it out Steven!” He would spit and start all over again with his Sssssst!

I don’t why people stutters, but! My method worked. After a while? Steven was spitting whole words with no trouble at all. On and on go the memories. We moved to a bigger house. There Steven found himself a girl-friend—Bonnie, cutest girl there was. Blue eyes, fair freckle face, long reddish hair, just beautiful. They play and play along the older children.

They were both under 5 so, no school, they got to go with me wherever I went. One day, they are sitting in the back seat of the Station Wagon while I am driving. I heard a conversation going on in the most formal matter, “Bonnie, when we grow-up we going to get married. I am going to buy a Ferrari and you going to work and help me pay for it.” Bonnie’s reply, “But Steven! I could not help you because I am going to be pregnant and I could not work!”

Can you imagine that? Where in the world these two got such ideas at that tender age? To this day it’s a mystery to me. I guess I was too busy cooking and washing and driving them all around to extra curriculum activities for them to get a good education that, I was not paying attention as to where my little boy was getting his education.

Thanks to our Father. Despite all my deficiencies in bringing them up? Father took good care of the seven of them. They had to go through the horrors of growing up amid corruption, but! They are all now productive citizens making a difference in their world. Thank be to the Father/Creator of our beings.

All in all our lives turned into shambles for all of us. Their lives’ horrors really began with my fall in 1983—the most horrible year of my life. The year of my second divorce when I fell to pieces and hit the bottom of bottoms. My Steven was only 10-years old. He was hit the worst because I completely lost my sanity. I failed to return my little boy’s love and affection he had for me, but! Father did not fail him. He is now in good standing not only in the sight of man but also, in the sight of our Father/Creator.

Yes, before then it was not a pretty life, but! At least we were a family. Dysfunctional but a family still. And guess what? Those precious memories of the family that we were, are basically helping to bring us all back together. No kidding. More and more I hear my girls mention one or another of the many memories we created for each other. What a marvel!

Yes, my dear ones, no matter what our lives have turned out to be. No matter what we believe or not believe. No matter what we have been taught. No matter the program in our natural minds. No matter anything! If you are reading these lines or any lines in this vein of thought? You belong to our Father/Creator, and! Our Father/Creator is now restoring us to the original intent for our creation, aka, to be loved and taken care by Him and for us to love or let Him take care of us. Of that I am 100% sure!

Not the multitude, but! One by One He is bringing His children back home where we all belong. One of a city. Two from a tribal family. I am One of a city in this region of the world. And from this region He is reaching numerous of His children scattered in the four corners on this earth that we inhabit. One by One. Two by Two by Two, The Plan Of Restoration To The Original Intent For Our Creation is in progress now right in my front. What a marvel!

Next? These are hard times not just for my family, but! For untold number of families across the world. Let’s unite and support each other by the power of love & wisdom from on high, regardless the negative or positive circumstances of our lives.

I will post these lines and hope for a good response. I will also email them to my children. I will appeal to them for a fresh start by the same power of love & wisdom from on high. The rest? Father is doing it.

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