I Am Not The Rainmaker But? I Carry The Rainmaker Within My Being To Make Rain On The Just & The Unjust.
Thia’s Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Friday, June 10, 2016 at 7:13 pm
Who am I? A new look at myself for you, my friend. Who am I to you & for you. First of all? I am not the Rainmaker but? I carry the Rainmaker within my being to make rain on the just & the unjust …WOW! What kind of nonsense is yours truly bragging about now? Ha! Read on? This is a good one!
Every single day? Once or twice my inbox is filled with quite a bit of the best of the best information on how to write, format, publish, market and …? Make one’s mark in the best sellers mart.
Me? Read. Pause. Reflect. Where is this one or that one coming from? Father is leading all the way. Father? O my Father, which way am I to go? Wait. Wait. Pause. Reflect to be perfect. So? Back to go. Read. Pause. Reflect. Wait.
Ah! My Father? How long this waiting must go on? Wait. Pause. Reflect and? In that respect? Look to be direct. Look to be direct? In what respect, O my Father, in what respect? Please show me where is it that my look I must direct?
The Rainmaker. To the Rainmaker your look you must direct. Burst into torrents of rain over the entire globe in mode plain to cover the just as well as the unjust!
Saturday, June 11, 2016 at 4:39 am
Those were the thoughts You gave me yesterday. Today? Another day. Another thought. Would it be related somewhat at that? It is somewhat.
Today? The Harvest. The Rainmaker. The Functional. The Dysfunctional. The Globe. The World. Success. Revelry? In the whole? The whole world is marching at the tune of success. From the sky? Up above the clouds so high I hear Your loving voice resounding.
Pause. Reflect. Look around. Do you hear that sound? Hear, thiaBasilia, hear My voice resound. “In the midst of your success, success jolly revelry, O world at large O world! Pause. Reflect. Make haste to collect the rain from the Rainmaker to all directed that have paused & reflected!”
Saturday, June 11, 2016 at 10:44 am
Out there. Alone. Lost. No phone. No money. Not able to speak the language of the people. Where did my people go? Why did they left me behind? The street in front or is it a road? Whatever. The path ahead is desolate yet? I must walk. Walk. Walk ahead. Where are You leading me my Father?