What Is The Higher Or The Lower Life? Higher Over The Lower. Free Perfect Life. Free Of Guilt, Fear Of Man, Of Hypocrisy. Endued With Power. Hope. Peace. Certainty. Power To Love, To Understand, To Wait For Good And Forever. What A Wonder! Part 1

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 10^th 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.

I remember the first thing in the dream was I in a taxi. I got in the front seat. Immediately I asked the driver a strange question, “Where do you come from?” He mentioned some town in Mexico. I, enthusiastically responded, “I come from Guatemala!” And a very friendly chat began. I remember the friendly chat coming to an end at my arrival at my destination. The driver walked a few steps with me. He stood in the side-walk to point me across the street to a building. Apparently, my destination. I thought he was coming along with me, but! He had to get back to his taxi.

I walked towards the building. There was much traffic. I remember seeing a sign on top of the building I was heading for. AT Hotel. The letters were big and sketched. At the entrance of the building were some stairs. Two men were sitting obstruction the entrance. I asked them to move. They just moved enough for me to pass. I remember kicking some rubbish out of my way. I came to the strangest entrance. There was a semicircular shape check-in counter. It had a checkers wall covering around it.

No one was there at first, but! Then? A woman appeared handing me a quill pen to sign in, but! Something kept me from grabbing the quill to sign in, and! I woke up before I signed in.

What are You revealing to me in such dream, my Father? All the symbols I looked point to success and super abundance coming from the wisdom in my writing. But! Why the driver did not come with me? Why I did not signed in. What does it all mean my Father? Why I woke up before I signed in?

Ah! That’s exactly where I am at! The depressing looks of all my surroundings right now is just what I saw in my dream. Then, the driver not coming with me and the not signing in with the quill pen means that, the misunderstandings between Ahmad and I still exist. My hope was shattered with the realization that Ahmad is still stuck in his programmed mind. His mind is far from what I am all about. The promise for success and super abundance coming from the wisdom in my writing? It remains in sight. I am there, but! Ahmad is not. Ahmad and myself are a team. I cannot sign in without him. Wow!

It’s 2:10 am now. I don’t know what to do? I’ll try to go back to sleep and see what You got for me from there.

Sunday, October 1, 2017 6:40 am.

Yes! I am there, but! Ahmad is not! Here I am, my Father! At the very entrance of what You really mean to happen. It is all set to happen on this 10^th month of Your time! Watch out, Skeptic! There is a Father/Creator in the heavens somewhere above. There is the same Father/Creator in the heart even of a Skeptic like you are. In your heart? Dare I to assert such dessert?

Indeed! The Father/Creator is fixing to display the most lavish tray of the sweetest bites ever tasted by the human palate of the wisest! Me? I can’t do anything to get Ahmad to taste the heavenly bytes. He continues to gorge on the earthly ones. Back to wait until Your times comes to deal with Ahmad as per Your will not mine.

Meanwhile? Time to compose the beginning of the end of the first volume of, My Journal—. Enter Into My Journal—Partake Of My Story…. My Story

I know You will give me whatever I am to do on the spot. So, I do not need to feel guilty about doing or saying the wrong thing. You have assured me Your control of it all because I have placed You in the center of my heart. No longer problems without solution. No matter how hurt feelings or disgusting turns come my way? It is all under Your loving control.

And this is the beauty of the life I now live in the Presence of my Father/Creator, dear Reader. It’s a free perfect life. Free of guilt. Free of the fear of man. Free of hypocrisy. Endued with power. Hope. Peace. Certainty. Power to love. Power to understand. Power to wait is now mine for good. I live the higher life. No turning back to the lower life. What a wonder!

The ways of mankind are insane, troublesome, heavy loads imposed on each one of us. Indeed! This world is ridden with insanity.

Insanity Affect Us All! The Secret to Abolish Insanity? It’s in My Journal—My Story. Enter Into My Journal—Partake Of My Story….

The Journal of My Life holds the Secret to Abolish Insanity. Read on and on until you find that secret to avail you for eternity.

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