This is a more than usual lengthy post, but! It is my hope that you read it to the last line to fully absorb and benefit from its content. I am including the PDF version especially for you. Enjoy! What Is The Reality Of The Moment The World Is In A Volcanic Stage Heading For Final Destruction As It Is Written But
To expand the quote from previous writings. The writing from the beginning of this year explains the dream I just dreamed. My future. Our future? It’s a golden future. A blissful future, but! Our human nature. Me? Hum! My quirks. I distinctly recall my aversion for the yellow egg yolks. Evidently, the two fried eggs I saw in my dream were not fully cooked. I can’t eat them. They make me ill…golden, yellow, separation? Yes! Read on…
Quote from previous writings:
The Almighty Father/Creator’s Presence shines from my heart….
O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart? Pause. Reflect. Your carnal mind does not control you anymore. You no longer act as per the dictates of your carnal mind. It is inevitable to think and feel as a human being. How are you to respond? No need to respond. No need to be ashamed and sorry for being a human being. The carnal nature is what makes you a human being.
What then do I require from you? I require from you to separate the precious from the vile within your being. The preciousness of My nature. The vileness of your nature. Both inside of you. Thirty years since I empowered you to separate the precious from the vile within your being. I set you free. My nature in you now prevails over that nature of yours.
Therefore, now you can discern and be appalled by the thoughts in that mind of your carnal nature. To publicly recognize the doings in your carnal mind demonstrates your genuine character. Thus, My Presence shines from your heart.”
What a dream!
Ahmad brought me food. 2 fried eggs. I can still see the yellow in the eggs. I cannot eat uncooked eggs, they make me ill. I shudder to think of eating them, but! I didn’t say anything. He also brought 2 yellow cakes. Those were in plastic covers. They look like pudding angel cakes. He began to set up things for us to eat. So, to free his hands holding the cakes? He put them in his back pocket. When we got ready to eat them, he reached his back pocket and one of the cakes dropped. He began to recover it saying it was still good to eat. I woke up.
Now what’s next? The thing of the day—”Is not your fault!” O? Whose fault, is it? The One we call ‘God’? Duh!
Journal—An ongoing dialog between thiaBasilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …