The Reasons Why One Should Give Up Thinking. WHAT? See? There Goes One Reason. Thinking Gets One In The WHAT? Wagon Down Pat.

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

Saturday, April 14, 2018 at 8:30 am.

Inquiring minds? Forever the question, “What came first? The chicken or the egg?” Who cares?

O my Father! I haven’t got the slightest how to get out of this mood that I am in. To realize one’s deficiencies; one’s inabilities? It’s enough for a bad mood!

What’s the most depressing deficiency that troubles me?

That’s just it! I don’t even know what is it that troubles me, my Father? Perhaps the inability to let go of the insidious self-consciousness always lurking around no matter what I say or do!

No matter how certain I am? I can’t rid myself of the after the fact effect. I can’t get rid of that ‘humanly perfect’ concept. I can’t get rid of that insidious fear of repercussion.

Am I alone in this train of thought?

Perhaps that’s the human trend that humans so cleverly hide. Perhaps I’m opening a can of worms. Those hidden worms eating us up unaware.

Perhaps it’s You, my Father, the One opening that can of squirmy varmints eating me up unaware. Hum! Now I’m getting hot in the finding game, am I not, my Father?

O thiaBasilia—O Child Of My Heart? Indeed! I have separated you to cleanse you with the experience of My written words. For what purpose? That you might be set-apart and faultless. That you might be in glorious splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such things at My return.

Father? The Organized Church troubles me.

O my Beloved Father, You compel me to look around all the evil going on. I look around. I see the Organized Church as the greatest stumbling block for a closer relationship with You.

Sunday, April 15, 2018 at 5:28 am.

What now, O my Father? Your plan of restoration consumes my being.

Your Presence within my being compels me in the Oneness with Your Being. Sunning myself on the roof I see luscious gardens. I see happy faces taking care of those garden. I hear sweet loving songs.

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