Journal—An Ongoing Dialog Between thiaBasilia And Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …

Friday, February 9, 2018 at 7:16 am

Well, I managed to stay up all night! But, You know it my Father. The way things are developing with such precision? Astonishing! Is the word, but! Why half of my readers have dropped?

• Ha! Your Answer Revealed And Confirmed Last Night….

Last night? I had the most profitable exchange with my beautiful Denise. The connection with this child of mine was so powerful that sleep evaded me for quite a few hours.

Then I woke but only for a brief time. I became drowsy. I curled up in bed and slept the rest of the night. I saw much while I slept.

One of the things I saw is why my readers loose and gain interest at certain points during my posting journey. Why?

Words. The meaning of words controls our behavior.

Have you ever thought about that, dear Reader? I have, but! Did not realized the extend that words influence our behavior.

In 1985, the Father/Creator of our beings spoke two words to my heart that were to be the basis for the rest of my life, but! My understanding of those words was nil for all matters and purposes.

Even so, in 1987? The Father/Creator separated me in one apartment. He placed the Amplified version of the Bible. He gave me a computer, printer, commercial copy machine, and the ability to use it all.

The commandment to last me for life eternal?

Do not follow your human leaders. I am your Teacher. I will open those words for you to understand and live accordingly.

And The Journey In The Presence Of My Father/Creator Began….

Not a smooth journey by the still waters of His Presence in my heart. Not at all! If anything? More like an overflow of waters flushing all kinds of debris clouding my vision.

What kind of debris among the much debris flushed out of me?

The debris of words. The spoken words by the Master Creator that are Spirit and Truth, but!

Misunderstood, misinterpreted, misrepresented, misquoted, and! Grossly corrupted by the human mind including my mind.

I know this is something now understood by many.

Regardless, we cannot do anything about it even when we think we understand. Even when we try, like I done in the past. Oh?

Indeed! The more we try to understand, the more we fail. And?

And the more we can come up with all kinds of ideas and systems and what have you? The most miserably we fail to enter in the Father’s fold!

Ah! But We Are Not Failures. We Can Do ANYTHING We Set Our Minds To Do! Do You?

Let’s check us out. Are you an intellectual blessed with the power of knowledge unlimited? Or are you just a lay person happy go lucky doing your best to behave or be punished?

Some of us were born with a high intellect. There are multitude of scholars or want to be scholars, but! Not many chosen at a time to travel the lonely road of a messenger.

Lonely Road Of A Messenger?

The road is lonely—not many there traveling, but! The messenger? The messenger learns to cherish that loneliness. It’s in that road the Father Creator carves His image within us.

What Happens During And After The Process Of Carving? …

Conviction. Repentance. Restoration, but! The length of time for each? A lifetime on these earthly grounds. For me?

The Cradle Where This TRUE Story Began? A Beautiful World Wrenched From That Unsuspecting 8 Year Old Little Girl ….

The Family? My Family? The most descriptive display of such horror in this insanity ridden world! Even so? Behold! The Power Of Love & Wisdom From On High Drenched Upon Us All. It Never Fails. It Always Avails!

Real Man Do Cry….

We were a family—Don Miguel Jose Licona—his Family. He was a king in his own right. We lived in his kingdom abiding by his unbreakable laws. At the sound of his name? People trembled.

Indeed! My Father was a MAN, but! I saw him cry. Real man do cry. I shall never forget that amazing moment.

The Fire. The Death Of Carlitos. I Saw My Father’s Tears….

I was just 8 years-old. I was standing at the entrance of our sleeping house. I had just gotten up. The kitchen house had gone up in flames along the whole year’s supplies while I slept.

I was perplexed. My grandmother and the rest of the help were cooking on the remaining coals from the fire. The hut had burnt to the ground. The efforts from the 40 field workers to quench the fire did not avail.

My new born baby brother Carlitos had died. Papa–so tall as he was, dressed in his high boots and kaki trousers and long sleeves shirt? He paused by my side. O what a vivid memory! Don’t know if he even saw me. He paused, his tears flowing he lamented, “He was just a month old!”

Not tears about the fire. Tears about his son. Wow! Real man do cry!

The End Of My Beautiful World ….

Shortly afterwards, he moved us to another of his farms and my whole beautiful world turned out not so beautiful anymore. I had loved that beautiful spot on these earthly grounds.

That Beautiful World? The Cradle Where This TRUE Story Began….

Dear Reader, welcome to THE FAMILY. A TRUE STORY. That beautiful world that was wrenched from that unsuspecting 8-year-old little girl? The cradle where this TRUE story began.

The Beauty Of The Beginning Turns Into A Horror For That Unsuspecting Child….

The later years? Mark the most gruesome of childhoods for that unsuspecting 8-yrs-old child. The new farm had no resemble to her cherished beautiful green world, but!

Children do adjust. Only the shock that followed shortly after that brutal change of location? Again, she was wrenched from that location! The new location? Boarding School.

A torture chamber on the guise of education.

There that child suffered 6 long years of torture. Why? Lack of communication. Lack of consideration for the needs of any other than one’s needs.

Lack Of Communication Engenders Broken Relationships.

Some 70 years later? Not much difference, but! That’s what is called ‘life’ on this insanity ridden world. Regardless! This worldly ‘life’? Not eternal, thank goodness!

THE FAMILY?

That’s THE FAMILY ALWAYS TO BE. That beautiful world of that 8-yrs-old unsuspecting child shall be restored! The beauty of that future world?

Human mind is not capable to come close to imagine such beauty, but! That restoration shall take place only by The Power Of Love & Wisdom From On High.

• But What Is That Power? The Power Of Humility To Accept Conviction And Repent ….

The power of humility? The one reason why things have radically changed for me one more time!

• Closing For Now. Much To Share Later ….

It’s now 12:57 pm. Dear Reader, this radical change is for keeps. Much to share with you in subsequent posts. For now?

Let me, Welcome you to THE FAMILY ALWAYS TO BE! Or?

From now on in future posts? The core content of what’s happening in my new relationship with my Family along ye et all.

In the meantime and until the next post? His love in my heart for you and for all stays there to stay for eternity, thiaBasilia.