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?
I woke up from that dream not too long ago. I got directions in my inbox in a path that could mean my future to survive the days to come. You led me my Father to call Ahmad. Ahmad is not willing to cooperate with me. What am I to make of all this matter, my Father? I wait on You. That’s the only thing I must do.
Saturday, June 11, 2016 at 11:40 am
It’s the 7th Day of Rest. I feel so desolate my Father. So alone I feel. And? So discouraged with my own self. Why is this recurring dream popping up when I least expect it? Why am I so alone? Why am I left behind? Why no one cares? Why to find me there is no hand?
And Father? Why this thing of gold setting always comes to haunt me? My goal—my aim is set on You and You alone. So? What is Your goal for me? What do You want me to do my Father? How can I determine what is it that You want me to do? I cannot any longer depend on my senses. Even my senses are betraying me. My thoughts. My feelings. My senses. All are unreliable. Likewise the thoughts, feelings and senses from other sources.