Me? I just write and publish and optimize. Let my Father do the rest. Let my Father close the can I cannot close. Let Him stop the worms from worming the matter. No worms can hinder the Father’s plan to restore us to the original intent for our creation—to love and to be loved.
Back to the self within me over the self within you and vice versa. Yes, there are countless noble souls that minimize the suffering in this treacherous world that we live in, but! There is not a single human soul that can abolish or terminate that suffering.
The truth? There comes the reaction of the public. The reaction from the hard workers and achievers in this world. They pass the buck with much disdain they claim,
“Not me! I am not like you!” “I told you so!” “You made your bed, you must lie on it!” “You don’t understand!” “It’s your fault!” “You! Them! Whatever or whomever goes the blame! Me? Not me. Only to you or to them goes the blame!
So, here is the scene I recorded yesterday to illustrate the matter,
Saturday, September 23, 2017 at 8:09 pm.
“The buck stops here, right here with me. I am the guilty one. I cannot pass the buck to anyone else…”
“But of course! That’s wonderful! Awesome! So glad you taking responsibility for your doings! It’s about time you did!”
“Oh? What about you?”
“Me? I always do! All my life I have kept the commandments, I have lived by the system and the rules, not like you. You been living it up, while I worked, worked, worked like a mule!”
“That’s the truth, I plainly see your good works and feel ashamed of my lack of them, but! Let me ask without disdain but not in vain, let me ask, What is the good in the commandments or in the system or in the rules that you have kept? Please enlighten me, I cannot see.”
O mine! O mine! O mine! Do you see it? Do you hear it? The statement, the witness, the confession, the conclusion of a convicted sinner. The reaction from the public gallery.
Where am I? Where are you? In the convicted sinner seat or in the public gallery? That’s the matter to consider.
What must I do to stop the buck here? What must I do to take responsibility for my actions present and past? What must I do? O my Father, what must I do?
O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart? I am delighted to hear and answer your request. You are in all these matters to do nothing more than to write and publish and optimize whatever I inspire to you. The rest? Sit still, wait! I am doing the rest for you and My children’s best.
Phew! Saved from a long spill telling all what to do or not to do. That’s not my department. I got my own precious compartment. No more problems. Big time solutions. No worries. No sorriest. Joy inexplicable and full of Father’s esteem and the half have never yet been told. I am sold! Father is my all! My own compartment? Father is in control!
The ways of mankind are insane, troublesome, heavy loads imposed on each one of us. Indeed! This world is ridden with insanity.
