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. …
Friday, October 6, 2017 at 6:57 am.
Been up for a couple of hours or longer. You know it my Father. Been doing one thing or the other. No problems. No worries. Nothing disturbing my peace. What’s next? Maybe to drink a cup of ginger tea? Maybe read emails hoping for a worthy comment? We’ll see.
Friday, October 6, 2017 at 8:13 am.
Well, I done did all the chores I needed to do. Now what, my Father? It’s coming to me to write an email to my readers. I need to get their permission to email them. I need to build my email list from people that wants to hear from me. That would be my faithful readers and followers, I hope. Here it goes: O O O drowsy. Got to crash! 8:18 am.
Friday, October 6, 2017 at 5:00 pm.
Goodness sake! I slept for a couple of hours. What did I do when I woke up? Forgot all about writing the email. It came to me to design my garden instead. All day long intense in my design. In between? Read some quite interesting posts. Now? Will continue with the design. I’ll see what happens next.
