Everything to mankind known in this blog will be shown. Satan’s ploy? To control & destroy. Satan’s instruments to accomplish his ploy? The altars from which all unsuspecting human beings worship Satan. From the TV’s screens to every single house of worship housing each religion known to mankind to all the systems to control the human mind? In this blog you will find for your careful consideration to reline and make your life shine.
Thia’s Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. ….
Tuesday, June 14, 2016 at 3:36 am
Ok! Now? O my Father, O Father of mine! Now is all out in the open—I am selling the book—I am a book seller. And it all came out on my 77th birthday. Really? O thiaBasilia child of my heart, pause. Reflect. Is that all that you are? Is that all that you are selling?
Ah! Let me pause. Let me reflect the matter. Am I a book seller just because I am offering the book to my friends for a price? Hum? What am I to think? What am I to conclude. What kind is my attitude?
Very well. Show me the way. Give me Your hand. Grab on to my hand and? All will be well! In the meantime? I got to post and catch up with the other blogs.
Tuesday, June 14, 2016 at 7:44 am
It’s my 77th birthday my Father? Are You doing something especial for me today? I am secretly hoping that You do but? I know it’s just wishful thinking, why? Because what I am hoping for is, well, is what? Because my Father You know that I don’t know what is it that I want. That’s that. Oh?
O thiaBasilia child of My heart? Pause. Reflect. Have I not created you in My image? What is Your image of Me? Or more explicit? What is an image? Is it not an image an exact likeness of another person or object. Pause. Reflect. Remember the command to be perfect as I am perfect? Perhaps My child, child of Mine? Perhaps you have not yet understood what it means in effect to be perfect?
Hum. Let me pause. Let me reflect. I am sure You’ll to me define, You’ll give something to that effect, am I correct O my Father. O Father of Mine?
Roses are there in my heart right from the start but? On this 77th birthday of mine You are placing that especial red rose like the color of the blood that floods out of Your love to fill my being with the power of Your love from on high directly from far beyond the sky. The blood? Indeed! The blood Your Son spilled on that afternoon so many moons past to give me life. To set me free so to be …to love & be loved …so to be …so to be. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. That is in effect to be perfect like You are perfect in effect, am I correct? …