Anger Explosion! …

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The explosion reaps the highest heavens! What is it?

It’s the wrath of the Almighty descending upon all evil and?

Exploding from my heart! It’s the cry of the Master Creator

Pleading with His children to get out of the way, but!

No change. No response.

And the anger rips my heart apart.

O but only You know the end from the start.

Let that anger rip!

Only You know when it’ll quit.

Your children will flit to submit to fit

Your Kingdom outfit.

No change. No response.

Perhaps. O perhaps there is change?

Show it to me my Master, show it to me

Please set me free for the final decreed

Behold! The Family Restoration!

Behold! The Power Of Your Love & Wisdom

Behold! The fiery fervent flames of love for Your creation to warm our cold hearts.

Behold! Your unfathomable wisdom to overcome it all!

Behold! The Plan Of Restoration To The Original Intent For Our Creation? Now Revealed—Loved To Love.

Behold! Your Cherish Family Forever To be!

No Change Among My Loved Ones. I Love But I Am Not Loved …

O But The Reactions. Their Shock! Not Love Me? I Must Be Crazy …

Wednesday, May 29, 2019 at 4:04 am.

But O what relief to explode with the truth! And I have only began to explode! The targets for this grand explosion? Ahmad and my loving children. Next shall come my loving friends. WHAT?

What’s wrong with me? Why don’t you ask, what’s wrong with them? …

Yes indeed! For months now I have been suppressing the righteous anger in my heart. Why? Trying to be and to look good is my enlightened understanding, and!

That Answers The Question What’s Wrong With Me? …

Yes, that’s what’s wrong with me! Trying to be and look good for the satisfaction of the carnal self. But isn’t that the humankind’s pursuit of happiness?

And What’s Wrong With That? …

O man! Perish the thought to pretend to answer such bogus question. Bogus or having a misleading appearance of cleverness, but!

Instead Of Cleverness? Polite Way To Deny The Truth And Fact Of Our Colossal Ignorance …

Worse yet! For sure? A way to deny the authority of the Ever Existent One Creator of it all. A way to trash down to the ground His decreed laws and commandments.

O But The Almighty Spirit Within Me Grieves, But? …

My ignorance to deny His grieving! I understand the meaning of my present agony. Now? Every time I hear those three words, ‘I love you’? My agony intensifies.

Yes, I Love You, But You? Do Not Love Me …

And I am just now realizing the agony is not my own. O my Master! You are blessing me to feel the same agony You feel with all the noise about loving You so rampart in this so loved world of Yours.

Why Do You Weep My Master? …

Wednesday, May 29, 2019 at 8:38 am.

Are You weeping because of me, or, are You weeping for me. Are You weeping to see my predicament, or, is it a selfish attitude that I am not aware of?

O That I Would Have An Answer! …

Wednesday, May 29, 2019 at 11:45 am.

Reading about the Blood Covenant’s meaning? Observing how accurate the Covenant is described. Then thinking about all You have given me to do and write about? The anger explosion rages within my heart!

I Cannot Even Detect Any Longer Where Is This Explosion To Hit …

You are right! No change. The whole head is sick, and the whole heart is faint (feeble, sick, and nauseated). I cannot any longer continue to ignore the matter. It’s Your explosive anger exploding within me. Quote:

Isaiah 1:1-31

THE VISION [seen by spiritual perception] of Isaiah son of Amoz, which he saw concerning Judah [the kingdom] and Jerusalem [its capital] in the days of Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah, kings of Judah.

Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth! For our Creator Yahuweh has spoken: I have nourished and brought up sons and have made them great and exalted, but they have rebelled against Me and broken away from Me.

The ox instinctively knows his owner, and the donkey his master’s crib, but Yisrael does not know or recognize Me as Master, My people do not consider or understand.

Ah, sinful nation, a people loaded with iniquity, offspring of evildoers, sons who deal corruptly! They have forsaken our Creator Yahuweh, they have despised and shown contempt and provoked the Set Apart One of Yisrael to anger, they have become utterly estranged (alienated).

Why should you be stricken and punished any more since it brings no correction? You will revolt more and more. The whole head is sick, and the whole heart is faint (feeble, sick, and nauseated).

From the sole of the foot even to the head there is no soundness or health in the nation’s body—but wounds and bruises and fresh and bleeding stripes; they have not been pressed out and closed up or bound up or softened with oil. No one has troubled to seek a remedy.

Because of your detestable disobedience your country lies desolate, your cities are burned with fire; your land—strangers devour it in your very presence, and it is desolate, as overthrown by aliens.

And the Daughter of Tsiyon Yerushalayim is left like a deserted booth in a vineyard, like a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, like a besieged city spared, but in the midst of desolation.

Except our Creator Yahuweh of hosts had left us a very small remnant of survivors, we should have been like Sodom, and we should have been like Gomorrah.

Hear O Yerushalayim the word of our Creator Yahuweh, you rulers or judges of another Sodom; give ear to the Torah of our Elohim, you people of another Gomorrah!

To what purpose is the multitude of your sacrifices to Me unless they are the offering of the heart? says our Creator Yahuweh. I have had enough of the burnt offerings of rams and the fat of fed beasts without obedience; and I do not delight in the blood of bulls or of lambs or of he-goats without righteousness.

When you come to appear before Me, who requires of you that your unrighteous feet trample My courts? Bring no more offerings of vanity (emptiness, falsity, vainglory, and futility); your hollow offering of incense is an abomination to Me; the New Moons and Sabbaths, the calling of assemblies, I cannot endure—it is iniquity and profanation, even the solemn meeting.

Your New Moon festivals and your hypocritical appointed feasts My soul hates. They are an oppressive burden to Me; I am weary of bearing them.   And when you spread forth your hands in prayer, imploring help, I will hide My eyes from you; even though you make many prayers, I will not hear. Your hands are full of blood!

Wash yourselves, make yourselves clean; put away the evil of your doings from before My eyes! Cease to do evil, learn to do right! Seek justice, relieve the oppressed, and correct the oppressor. Defend the fatherless, plead for the widow.

Come now, and let us reason together, says our Creator Yahuweh. Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall be like wool. If you are willing and obedient, you shall eat the good of the land; But if you refuse and rebel, you will be devoured by the sword. For the mouth of our Creator Yahuweh has spoken it.

How the faithful city has become an idolatrous harlot, she who was full of justice! Uprightness and right standing with Elohim once lodged in her—but now murderers.

Your silver has become dross, your wine is mixed with water. Your princes are rebels and companions of thieves; everyone loves bribes and runs after compensation and rewards. They judge not for the fatherless nor defend them, neither does the cause of the widow come to them for they delay or turn a deaf ear. Therefore says our Creator Yahuweh—our Creator Yahuweh of hosts, the Mighty One of Yisrael, Ah, I will appease Myself on My adversaries and avenge Myself on My enemies.

And I will bring My hand again upon you and thoroughly purge away your dross as with lye and take away all your tin or alloy.

And I will restore your judges as at the first, and your counselors as at the beginning; afterward you shall be called the City of Righteousness, the Faithful City.

Tsiyon shall be redeemed with justice, and her returned converts with righteousness (uprightness and right standing with the Almighty Creator of the whole Universe.

But the crushing and destruction of rebels and sinners shall be together, and they who forsake our Creator Yahuweh shall be consumed. For you will be ashamed of the folly and degradation of the oak or terebinth trees in which you found idolatrous pleasure, and you will blush with shame for the idolatrous worship which you practice in the passion-inflaming gardens which you have chosen.

For you shall be like an oak or terebinth whose leaf withers, and like a garden that has no water. And the strong shall become like tow and become tinder, and his work like a spark, and they shall both burn together, with none to quench them. End of quote.

Even So? You Are Working On The Plan Of Restoration …

Me? Myself? I remain in awe of Your ways my Master. Your peace within me is flowing like a peaceful river. Joy inexplicable. Hearty anticipation on Your doings. Power to be still and let be.

No Regrets Or Expectations From The Human Element …

You know my Master how badly I could use a female companion to share Your burden with me, but! You also know of Ahmad and my children’s objections to do something about it.

Yes! It angers me, and?

I could take things on my hands and help myself to get help. Even so? I am not my own. My times are in Your hands. If it means pain and suffering until You return? So be it. Let Your will not mine be done.

Much love, thiaBasilia.

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