Journal—An ongoing dialog between thiaBasilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Saturday, September 30, 2017 at 4:03 pm.
I see it, my Father. I am not procrastinating. I am waiting for You to manifest Your promises to me. I am weary. I am bored. So long a wait. You know the natural reaction from us human beings. We get weary. Bored. We simply cannot bear so long a wait. What do we do about it? We pass the buck! We blame each other or one thing or another.
“Why this evil upon me?” “I never done any wrong to anyone.” “I done my best.” “If there is a ‘God’ why evil exist?” “Why this evil upon me?”
Never do we realize that the One we are really blaming is You! “Yeah, I did not ask to be created.” “The ‘woman’ that YOU gave me!” “Why did YOU plant that tree? Why did YOU give me a free will? What did YOU expect from me?”
“Perhaps I am wrong. But my punishment is more than I can bear!” “Now I must wonder away from YOU at the risk of getting killed!” “I see, I won’t get killed because YOU marked me.” “Now I can do my own thing. Now I can forget about bringing offerings to YOU that YOU do not appreciate!” On and on goes the paradigm of mankind.
Saturday, September 30, 2017 5:13 pm.
Well, the best thing I can do right now? Stop all these musings! SIT STILL, thiaBasilia! SIT STILL! Do nothing. Yes, my Father. Sit still I must or bust! Not ready to bust. I must still my mind. Behold! The power of Your love and wisdom You drench on me. Power to sit still and wait. Power to rest. Power forget the get and to do my best in rest. It never fails. It always avails!
Sunday, October 1, 2017 at 12:31 am.
Father? This is the 10th month! Is it time, my Father? Is it time for all to happen NOW? I need to rest. I need to sleep some more. Once again, I ask, O my Father, to give Your beloved such sleep. I ask, heal me and I shall be healed. Save me from this tiresome discomfort in my body and soul, and I shall be saved.
It’s now 1:26 am. Father? You reminded me to look for the meaning of the last strange dream I dreamt. It is still vivid in my mind. The one symbol I saw before I woke up was a hotel clerk handing me a quill pen to sign in a very strange hotel entrance. I woke up while seeing the woman holding the quill and pointing it to me.
