Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Monday, July 11, 2016 at 6:07 am
O my Father—O Father of mine? My day is starting with a smile bursting into laughter. You are an awesome Yah! Here is thiaBasilia—the child of Your heart. What’s she up to? Pausing. Reflecting. Smiling. Bursting into laughter. Oh?
Why not? thiaBasilia got her mind and perhaps also her heart set on, Dysfunctional. Dysfunctional Mother. Dysfunctional Family. Overcoming. And? Cacao.
The whole master piece chopped to pieces by the experts. While some experts say, I wish I could write like you? The other half of experts insists, You need professional editing. My Father? I’ll do the editing in your own heart. What to do now my Father? You done did the editing, now what? Call fiver. Ah! Ok. Fiver is editing my first 5 chapters for only 10 bucks. That’s good. I can afford that. I am sure Joyce won’t mind a bit when she sees the charge in my account first thing when she checks me out every morning.
And? Cacao. Where is Ahmad with my cacao? Ahmad. Let me call him. Where are you? Ah! Basilia I am shopping for shoes for me and my friend. WHAT? All day you shopping for shoes and not cacao for Basilia? No. No. Basilia, you no understand. Me and my friend looking for shoes from America. Where is my cacao, Ahmad? Basilia, me and my friend big shop, much dinars, is business! Ah! Ahmad, you mean to tell me you are looking for shops to sell your American shoes? Yes! Basilia. I’m so happy you understand me.
Comical? Indeed! Ahmad is out there drumming up thousands of dinars for his shoe shop and? Basilia is sitting quite comfortable in her beautiful roof apartment with no worries except for her cacao. Even her dilemma about editing is resolved, but, the cacao issue! Big issue when there is nothing else to make an issue of.