My child, you are not a prophet, but you are My mouthpiece to talk to My people about the hardness of their hearts and the pride in their minds.
Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O Child Of My Heart? Pause. Reflect now more than you have ever done before. It is time now for you to proclaim the original words based on Matthew 21:23-32 and John 12:20-43. I compelled you to talk to My people about those Scriptures in 1986.
Thia Spokesman February 18 1986.
….And I wrote down from Matthew 21:23-32 and from John 12:20-43.
-“Father, both of these scriptures have to do with the same thing, your people and their hardness, what do I do next?”
My precious child, I heard your words as you sat in the side of your bed before you went to sleep this time.
You express your hopelessness as you recalled your friends Pat, Frances, and many others including your own child Robin so convinced of their walk in My Spirit.
This time your concern was mainly for the apparent abundance of My blessings to them, but to you?
Misery. Suffering. Lack. No a soul to give you even a cup of water right now, not even Ahmad.
You keep on asking for the itching to stop only for it to intensify.
I felt your pain not understanding why it feels like I am silent giving no answer to your request.
I saw your tears drench your pillow before I put you to sleep.
Next? On the clear sound of my voice with the message you are to proclaim from this day forth more than ever before.
You jump up!
Check the time even before you sat on the side of your bed.
Time? 4:17 am.
You sat up thinking for the Number Four – Creation and the World.
The material creation and the expression of My purpose in the world or on the earth.
The Number Seventeen which represents victory and resurrection.
My victory over your wicked nature for sure. End of Your words.
This Saga Is Not Meant For The Multitude. It Is Only Meant For That One Soul …?
That one soul under the Creator’s heavy hand of judgement. That one soul still entrapped by the human’s understanding of everything under and above the sun.
Me? thiaBasilia Licona? Me? …?
A liberated soul by the power of Your passionate love for me and for us all! Not by my power at all, that’s for sure.
So? Here I Am Now. It Is Thursday, August 26, 2021, At 5:29 Am …?
What is to be my Master? Itch or no itch the power of Your response this morning ignites my whole being.
- No kidding! You did not send the Son into the world in order to judge the world, but that the world might find deliverance and be made safe and sound through You.
You Are Doing It! It Is Done!