I, thiaBasilia, I am not the one making things clear in these posts that I publish. Things are just as unclear to me as they were the day I was born, but!
The Reality Of The One Who Knew Me Before I Was Born Is Now Clearing Away For Me …
Monday, May 25, 2020 at 6:05 am.
It is totally uncanny, unbelievable. The simplicity of Your ways, O Mighty One Creator of my being, Your simplicity? How terrible I have complicated it!
Anyhow? You Have Had Enough Of My Complications …?
What is it that You are doing now, right now at this instant of my time in Your Presence? What is this belly ache and no gas to fix me something hot to help myself?
Ha! You Are About To Prove Your Simplicity at My Expense …
For goodness sake, what are You insinuating? At my expense? You mean I am the object to illustrate simplicity and complication.
- O mine! My belly is hurting bad! If only Ahmad would have listened to my plea to provide that extra tank of gas.
- Alas! No matter. My plea considered unnecessay. No need for gas now that the winter is over.
- No extra gas! Today is holiday, no gas for sale. Ahmad is sleeping at this hour. My belly is crying for a hot drink, and me?
Just About To Burst In Laughter To See The Way You Setting Me For Your Scapegoat …?
Honest to goodness! I am You scapegoat. And You are revealing this to me along the meaning of the Jewish holiday of Yom Kippur. Quote:
Definition of scapegoat (Entry 1 of 2)