Confusing? Nay. Sort Of Comical …


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.

O pity, pity. Poor Ahmad. If only he could master my English language. But? Maybe is thiaBasilia the one who needs to master the art of listening. Aha! There! I hit the nail on my head! Hahaha!

I am seriously considering to write a comical essay about this life that I am now living. It’s a wonderful thing when one can laugh at small as well as at major disappointments in our small worlds. I am sure such an essay will be a great seller. Who knows? Father is leading all the way. Perhaps.

His love in my heart remains for Ahmad and for all, thiaBasilia.

My profile. Who am I? Past. Present. 1. Past. A woman with a dysfunctional past big time. No matter what I did or not did? I could not function in the society of mankind. 2. Present. A functional woman—a human being under the care & protection of the Almighty Father/Creator of our beings. 3. In the past? A defeated woman saddled not only with the Dysfunctional label but also with the Bipolar, Manic Depressive & Schizophrenic labels. 4. In the present? An overcoming woman by The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky! 5. By The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky? I have overcome not only the Dysfunctional label but also all the labels this world saddles on all unsuspecting human beings. I am now an inspirational writer. I write to give witness or evidence of the Mighty Presence of our Father/ my heart & in my practical life. Whatever for? What would my witness do for you? Woa! You got me there! But, right before Yahushua was caught up in the clouds to go to the right hand of the Father, Yahushua said, Acts 1:6-8 It is not for you to become acquainted with and know what time brings [the things and events of time and their definite periods] or fixed years and seasons (their critical niche in time), which the Father has appointed (fixed and reserved) by His own choice and authority and personal power. But you shall receive power (ability, efficiency, and might) when the Set-Apart Spirit has come upon you, and you shall be My Witnesses in Jerusalem and all Judea and Samaria and to the ends (the very bounds) of the earth. … In view of the above Scriptures the writer records the journal of her daily living to give an account—to witness of the work that the Almighty Creator of our beings has done and continues to do in her life. I am a witness of the Almighty Creator of our beings in my heart & soul and in my practical daily existence! This is not a bogus claim but a reality in the life of the Author/Publisher of one of these books or SITES that you are now viewing! Thanks for your kind attention!
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