The Parading Of Life…
Posting spree today!
Read the post now on the screen.
Read the previous.
Read the previous from the previous.
Those are all swell as well.
Bring them all one by one to your sight.
None is too old to now read and apply.
To behold in delight, the supply
The power of love from on high.
The light, the might to sustain & maintain
Our souls forever and a day
On our appointed journey nowadays.
Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Friday, July 22, 2016 at 8:33 am
O my Father—O Father of mine? Mysterious happenings in my blogging journey are happening every day. I wonder why? But You know it. This morning I made the following comment,
I was not going to comment because my comments have not been acknowledged here for a while. But, the post is quite intriguing to me. Self-help books? Seminars? Workshops? Self-gurus? In any shape, language or form? None really help anyone. Why? Because, we do not need ‘self-help’. We need our Creator’s help big time! The world is opposed to the Creator’s help. So is human kind. Thus the parading of life.
O my Father—O Father of mine? You are leading me all the way, so, You led me to comment on that post. Will my comment be posted? Will it go to the trash bin? You know it altogether. It is not any longer for me to speculate in such matters.
You are in control. I will continue to sing, perhaps to my own self, “Don’t give up on the brink of a miracle, don’t give up Yah’s still on His throne. Don’t give in on the brink of a miracle, don’t give in, remember you are not alone…”
Indeed! O my Father—O Father of mine? I am not alone. I am in the best of all companies. I am in Your Presence. By the power of Your love from on High, You are my Portion forever. You are welcomed in the throne of my heart there to sit forever and ever, from the end to the start. What will it be for You and me today, O my Father—O Father of mine?
Pause. Reflect. Relax. You’ll never go back, O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart? Never, ever will I let you to wonder out there in the wilderness of this barren world to be mangled by the beasts that mangled you once upon a time.
O Your love! O Your wisdom! O Your power! What kind of life? What kind of strength? What kind of power to me You inject in all respects? Ah! The Power Of Love From On High To Love, To Be Loved…
WOW! Life for me? No longer a parading. Always and for eternity resting underneath Your everlasting arms Your child You will sustain. The end of the parading of my past is now forever here and there, forever ending.
That love for all and for you special to my heart dear one? Shall there remain without restrain, thiaBasilia.
You Have Not Because You Ask Not And If You Ask?
Oh? I didn’t know…
Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 12:38 pm
O my Father—O Father of mine? You say, “You do not have, because you do not ask. Or you do ask Me for whatever and yet fail to receive, because you ask with wrong purpose and evil, selfish motives. Your intention is when you get what you desire to spend it in sensual pleasures.”
O my Father—O Father of mine? What is wrong with my purpose for asking You to supply what I think I need to survive these treacherous days that we are passing through?
Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart? Pause. Reflect over all your doings of the last few weeks. Am I not leading you? Am I not answering your call for help? Are you not content in whatever state you find yourself in?
O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart? Because the answer to all those questions are so ever positive, you have nothing to fear. From here on out you will not any longer pursue to do business in like manner as others are doing.
I know and I am well aware of the love and understanding for all the persons I have brought across your path. I know and I am well aware of the motives in your heart. The world cannot accept you because the world cannot accept Me.
Even so? I so greatly loved and dearly prized the world that I gave up My only begotten (unique) Son, so that whoever believes in (trusts in, clings to, relies on) Him shall not perish (come to destruction, be lost) but have eternal (everlasting) life. For I did not send the Son into the world in order to judge (to reject, to condemn, to pass sentence on) the world, but that the world might find deliverance and be made safe and sound through Him.
O my Father—O Father of mine? I so greatly thank & praise You for Your words; for writing those words within my newly created heart filled with Your nature. Talking about a supernatural life way over my imagination? Indeed! Never in my whole life have I conceived the life that I am now living.
[box type=”bio”] People thinks that I am not from You because, I obey You regardless of how I look to them. Sometimes I am somewhat kind. Other times? I am blunt, seemingly unkind, judgmental, rude and wrong to them. Oh? Hum! Who wants to hear anything against positive thinking, the deification of the mind, the exaltation of noble intentions, the well-being of the inhabitants of these earthly grounds. Who wants to hear the truth to set them free from anything they believe, from their pet beliefs? Who wants to hear of the evil of our carnal natures? Who wants to hear anything against the whole spectrum of success, successful inspiring individuals doing all kinds of kind deeds for the good of all of us? NO ONE! That’s the fact to be exact. But I will not retract.[/box]
Me? I keep telling. I keep proclaiming. No matter what kind of response I keep obtaining. For now? Father tells me to sit still and keep on waiting, waiting and waiting. For what? For the victory shout that we all shall be exclaiming! In the meantime? My heart remains filled with love for ye all, thiaBasilia.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 11:18 pm
On the fly I must confess if I want to soar to the sky. Confess? Ah! It’s true. I have not any idea of who is my intended target. I really don’t but, Father? He is leading me all the way. No problem. No worries. I hear, “Just write & publish. Write & publish. Again & again, write & publish. I’ll do the rest. That’ll be your best.” I have not got much of personal help from the experts, I can’t afford it. Am I bitter? Nay! I am sweeter on them! Hahaha! What a headache it must be to be rich & famous by the world’s system, no kidding.
Me? I am already rich & famous with a wealth never entered in the wildest imagination of any human being without the headache of the world’s system. But? After thousands of amazing writings in the past 30 years, who in this world have I reached? Who is my audience if there is such a thing? Beats me! Am I a flop?
Me? I take it to my Father. My Father? “Do not expect any reward from man. I am holding your reward. Do not concern yourself with the systems of this world to obtain riches & fame. They have their reward. They have nothing to look forward where I am concerned.”
I thank You O my Father—O Father of mine? I thank You in the morning. I thank You in the noon time. I thank You when the sun goes down. His love in my heart for all, thiaBasilia.
Thursday, July 21, 2016 at 2:08 pm
O my Father—O Father of mine? This day is almost to the end. I have not accomplished much. Sometimes, it’s difficult to flow with Your Spirit. I sense that such is due to the influence of the forces of hell from the underworld. Yes, O my Father—O Father of mine? Yes, You warn, You instructs us in many ways about such matters, yet? We insist in looking at such things for the most, as an entertaining situation.
Pause. Reflect, O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart, My Spirit within you brings such a matter to your senses. Fear not. I am still in control. I am well aware of your plight as well as of Ahmad’s plight. You know it is so. Still, you fear. Why? Exactly because of the influence of Satan’s forces from hell. Hell stands opposite to My heaven. Hell is the core abode of Satan. Hell is not at all the fantasy that mankind has made out of it. Hell exists and from there Satan works without ceasing to destroy My whole creation.
Pause. Reflect, O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart, in spite of the onslaught from Satan to take away from both of you even the basic needs for your physical survival, Satan cannot destroy your soul.”
O my Father—O Father of mine? You know that your words are not comforting me at this moment of time. Why? Because, those are Your words and they are true, but, it is not doing me any good to know such words. I am still, hardly able to comprehend the extent of oppression & fear surrounding me in all directions. Is getting to me, O my Father—O Father of mine, is getting to me big time. Help. Only You know what kind of help I need or is needed. I do not even know what to ask of You. Help. Whether help me or Ahmad or this town or my children or all of Your children, O my Father—O Father of mine? Help. I wait on You with patience and composure.
Thursday, July 21, 2016 at 5:25 pm
O my Father—O Father of mine? I am pausing. I am reflecting. So many wonderful songs of praise. So many singers to sing those songs. So many joyful souls I see today. What is it my Father, what is it that I see? Perhaps, O my Father—O Father of mine? Perhaps I just don’t want to be happy, happy, full of that emotional sensation that makes anyone feel so good. Why? What is it, O my Father—O Father of mine? What is it that I fear? Why am weeping?
Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart? Pause. Reflect. Could it be My child you are sensing My sadness? Could it My child that I do inhabit the praises from My children but My children do not inhabit in Me?
Thursday, July 21, 2016 at 7:00 pm
Dumbfound! Astonished! O my Father—O Father of mine? That is exactly what I sense. It’s all a one-way mode of life. Only You could have defined such a matter to me.
Even so, O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart? Even so, I have you to weep as Yahushua weeps interceding for My children. It is now their due time of accounting unto Me. Thus, I will restore all My children. They will be My people. I will be their only Almighty. I will be their Father. They will be My children just like I intended when I first created them in My image.
WOW! What a Mighty Yah I serve. You are awesome! O my Father—O Father of mine? You are awesome. In silence, I worship You.
“My whole aim with this blog is to share with all the reality of My Presence within your being! I am accomplishing My aim. Of that be certain!” Said Father to the Author.
His love in my heart for all, thiaBasilia