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Wednesday, June 15, 2016 at 9:33 pm

Father? What is it that would satisfy the longings of my soul? I pause. I reflect. I wonder. What is it that I want? But, actually, really? What is that I need, my Father, what is it that I need? Better yet. What do we human beings need my Father?

Thursday, June 16, 2016 at 3:24 am

Ha! I got my answer or? Do I? Here comes again, ‘What came first? The chicken or the egg?’ and back to, Pause. Reflect. To be perfect? There I go!

Alright! My Father—Father of mine? On editing my work? You have brought to my remembrance that very first time when I brought my manuscript to my dear Jimmy. I was looking forward to Jimmy’s outstanding and positive response not only to endorse but also to set my amazing tale as? … O well?

I came back home. Jimmy’s “You need an editor …” still pounding in my ears. Numbly, an editor? I thought. Then? I heard loud & clear, “Do not let anyone edit your work. I will do the editing in your own heart!” WOW!

Thirty plus years You have been editing my heart O my Father—Father of mine and? There is no editor in line that can? Your work decline! Hahaha! HalleluYah!

Alright! Alright! Let me get on with the answer to what is it that I want? I want You my Father. I want You—no one else but You! I want to spend the eternity of time with and in You. To be One with You—that is what I want!

The verdict is read. The jury is dismissed. Case close. Do I have what I want? The verdict? You won the case for me. I got what I want. You have declared it so to be for me and? So it is—You & I? ONE! One perfect entity to love & be loved. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect as in effect You are in all respects.

…WOW! Dumbfound! Astonished! In awe of Your Majesty I stand … on the sacred ground of Your Presence myself I found. What more could I ever want for?

I am so joyful as I travel on the bright road to Kingdom Land—there is no sorrow in my life for Yahushua is mine. Yahushua is mine. King & Kingdom so fine!

And so? O dear reader? His love for you? In my heart there to stay One on the way to the Kingdom Land array without delay … thiaBasilia in love and to be loved remains steady & ready.

Thursday, June 16, 2016 at 1:47 pm

Ah! I’m now really cooking with a gas burner! No worries. That gas is affordable and? Available. Electricity? No pay? No way! It’s delayed until it’s paid! Me? My brains on electric train? It could all be in vain! Me again? My brains on gas burner? Churning, turning they keep gaining all my equip without a snip!

All of that just to tell you all that I have discovered https://siteorigin.com/page-builder/. WOW! The solution to all my web pages building! What a gift from the Gift Giver—my Father—the Father of mine. My 78th birthday is really starting with a bang! Bang! In the dam of The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky!

Alright! O my Father—O Father of mine? Things are just now fine. Your thoughts on how to proceed to tell Your deeds in the Overcoming Dysfunctional Mother are now in full mass coming to pass. Soon You will see such title in the hands of Your beloved restored children in the many homes across the four corners of these earthly grounds inhabited by those Your beloved & restored children.

Hope? Indeed hope it is! For hope is the evidence of things not yet seen. In the meantime? I hope for what is still unseen by me, I wait for it with patience and composure. Writing. Editing. Formatting. And ultimately? Marketing. It all is and shall be done by The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky!

Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia child of My heart? Pay mind to all coming from that heart of mine. Until the next post. I remain with His love for you and for all in my heart beholding. thiaBasilia.

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My profile. Who am I? Past. Present.

My profile. Who am I? Past. Present.

Friday, June 17, 2016 at 2:53 am

Ha! Thanks my Father—O Father of mine. I am getting myself together as I follow Your lead. I now have come up with a concise profile of who am I? Here it is,

My Past My presentMy profile. Who am I? Past. Present.

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.
Present. A functional woman—a human being under the care & protection of the Almighty Father/Creator of our beings.
In the past? A defeated woman saddled not only with the Dysfunctional label but also with the Bipolar, Manic Depressive & Schizophrenic labels.
In the present? An overcoming woman by The Power Of Love From On High up above the sky!
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/Creator.in 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!
Next? I will post what Father inspired me yesterday. Come back in a few minutes. I will post again. That post is a dandy. You don’t want to miss it.

His love in my heart for you and for all, thiaBasilia.

 

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SHOCKING!!! The Basis For Humans To Live A Righteous Life? The Scriptures Misnomer The Bible Of Course But? Such Have Been Absolutely Altered & Corrupted By The Human Mind. Do You Wonder My Friend Why We Are All So Mixed Up?

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Wednesday, June 15, 2016 at 2:48 pm

Pause. Reflect. O me O mine! Me? Ouch! All of my life but for the last few years since I came into the wilderness of these people for Father to confront me face to face? From the time I was around 9 years of age I have been devoted to religion of one kind or the other. Even more?

I have to confess that Father convicted and called me into His service since 1985 but? It was not until I came to this region of the world that I understood the shocking truth about the Scriptures or Bible and? My religious lifestyle & ways. Shocking? Indeed but most important? Absolutely & totally liberating!

So many theories. So many Scholars. So many doctrines. So many teachers & teachings. So many Ministers & Ministries. So many of everything under the sun to make you and this world better.

It bugles the mind. It is shocking. In shock there are multitudes, multitudes in the valley of decision. Many in that valley have not yet come to terms with the decision matter. Even so? We all must decide. We all must choose one way or the other.

I do not know how to continue expounding this matter without sounding dogmatic like is the norm but? I know now that I must wait for inspiration from my Teacher in all that I do and write. So? In the next post? Most likely I’ll come up with some outlandish statement to shock the blinds off my eyes and correct whatever idea I have on what or how to share with you all. So? Hold on! I’ll post something sooner or later.

In the meantime? The family is coming tonight to celebrate my birthday on my roof. Should I get besides myself with excitement like I used to do? Nay. I am now a sensible 78 year young lady. I keep my composure under all circumstances. Oh? Umb! Hum! Dumb! Watch it not happen then? Composure’s feet fail me not! Out goes composure in comes discomposure. Me? O wretched one that I am! Who shall set me free? No worries. Father got it all under control for me! Hahaha! HalleluYah!

I wonder if anyone reads my posts through & though other than my brother NGOBESING ROMANUS of https://yoursuccessinspirer.com/? I get lots of likes but? Not many comments and? The likes are pretty much from the same people—my faithful visitors.

Anyhow? I ain’t got no business figuring out such things. Let all have their spot for themselves. I’ll continue to share my own spot because? That’s what I am called to do. No whining or lamenting nor complaining for the lack of attention claiming is the word!

See you at the next post to post I must. His love in my heart remains for you and for all, thiaBasilia.

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Go Figure It! I Can’t! … Can You Notice My Disgust? My Birthday Gift Leaves Me Aghast! Even So? It’s All In The Past!

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.

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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 and so there were rosesRoses 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? …

Tuesday, June 14, 2016 at 2:56 pm

Alright! Alright my Father? Everybody knows that part of love & being loved. You know that? So? How are You going to get me above this common belief about being perfect in love like You are and? Then we become ‘holy’ lovers of everything in sight but? That’s all for a season and good opportunities. For the most we revert to love whatever it seems good for us to love and? There we stagnate in our fixed personalities that neither You or the devil himself can move us from? How can I figure that, my Father? O Father of mine? How can I?

Wednesday, June 15, 2016 at 12:57 am

Well, O my Father? O Father of mine. My 77th big birthday is gone without the notice of the people that so much I care for. So what? Can’t I not concentrate in the few that my birthday noticed? My human nature. O my accursed human nature! Go figure it. I can’t!

There is no way I can figure out any why. Things are the way they are and only You know why? What do I gain with my figuring? Only pain and more pain to see and feel in the depth of my being? The blunt of what religion and the systems of mankind has made of Your human beings.

If it was not for religion. If it was not for the brilliant human minds. If it was not for man’s opinionated ways. If it was not for the systems & ways of mankind. If it was not for the painful blows that we can deal to each other? We will all be enjoying our gifts and lovely personalities in the sight of Your delight. Go figure it. I surely can’t!

I only know. No need to figure it. I know that His love is in my heart for you and for all. What you do with that love? That’s between you and the Maker & Creator of our beings. To Him be all honor & esteem. For He will His children, His wayward children and in spite of His children’s warped ways? He—our loving Father/Creator us all will He redeem!

thiaBasilia—walking now on her 78th birthday. Can I ever forget about myself and worship Him without any of my whims? And on top of everything? The ants are biting me! Go figure it. I can’t !

Wednesday, June 15, 2016 at 2:35 am

O my Father? Father of mine? You are an awesome Yah! My 77th birthday? Gone! My 78th birthday? Here with a bang! Bang! And no shebang! Where is my disgust leaving me aghast? It’s also gone! No more disgust. No more aghast. It’s all in the past! I am dumbfound—flabbergast!

Tell u all about it in the next go around … with much glad sound! thiaBasilia.

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Saturday, June 11, 2016 at 11:36 pm

O my Father, O Father of mine? Where are You leading me? Whatever comes next? I have made my choice. I have chosen to follow Yahushua. No regrets. In this lonely and grey moment, still? No regrets. Wherever You lead me? I will follow. Be it to my death or? To the Secret Place of Your Abode there forever to remain under Your loving domain.

Sunday, June 12, 2016 at 2:46 am

Pause. Reflect. What is it, O thiaBasilia that you believe? Ah! My friend, it is not about thiaBasilia’s beliefs. Beliefs do not alter the facts. Beliefs only create an antagonistic personality in any human being. Such a nugget thiaBasilia only recently has acquired. So? What is the fact?

Pause. Reflect. thiaBasilia, do not just flip an answer to such crucial and integral element in the restoration of your beings to the original state and condition for which you were created. Oh?

O my Father, O Father of mine? What is this crucial and integral element in Your mind? Pause. Reflect. Observe. O thiaBasilia observe and mind what you observe. Do you see what this thing of ‘belief’ is doing? Do you see how this thing of ‘belief’ is pitching one human being; one nation; one kingdom against the other?

Yes, my Father, yes I see it and? So many others do see it but? That’s all we can do, see. Where do we go from here, my Father? What are we to do with what we see?

Sunday, June 12, 2016 at 8:26 am

Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia, child of My heart, do you remember the words I told you right at the point of your start? I do remember all and every single word You have not only told me but You have also in my heart forever soldered and bonded never to be forgotten.

Very well, My child, so you remember My words a long time ago, “thia, thia, Satan has desired to have you all to sift you like sand but? I have prayed for you, My thiaBasilia, that your faith fails you not and when you return to strengthen the brethren.” Do you see My thiaBasilia? Do you see how now you have returned from Satan’s hold? Do you see now My child how your faith has never fail you and now you are here to strengthen your friend, to strengthen the brethren?

Ah! Ah! Ah! Father? Duh! I see it but? I still do not know what to do with what I see, how dumb can I be? Pause. Reflect. No, My child, no. Dumb you no longer as that word stings so far but? Dumb as dumb found? That you are! Rejoice! For that’s My choice for that child-like heart old woman I have made you to be for My delight and in the sight for all to see.

How ‘bout that? Hum! I am dumb found and not doomed to the rest of my life consumed lamenting & tormenting my child-like woman You have made out of me! I repent in dust & ashes again & again. That is so plain.

His love in my heart for you my friend and for all, thiaBasilia

Why Do I Want To Sell The Book? Actually? What Are The Motives In The Center Of My Being For Anything I Do?
Sunday, June 12, 2016 at 6:13 pm

Why do I want to sell the book? Actually? What are the motives in the center of my being for anything I do? The writing instructor challenged me today. Father? Do You have an answer for me?

Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia child of My heart? Pause. Reflect. From the start. Who leads & directs your path right from the start? Unquestionable my Father? You do straight from my own heart.

So? My child, who is actually challenging you? The writing instructor or could it be Me? Ah? Oh? O my Father? It is Your challenge! What an interesting discover!

You really, really are leading me all the way! Father? I been saying that over & over again but? Have You really demonstrated this matter to me until this very moment? Nope! So? Why now my Father? What are You actually leading me to see?

Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia child of My heart, think from the start. The start? What start my Father? Pause. Reflect. Do you remember O thiaBasilia child of My heart do you remember the content of your post earlier today? Ah! Let me check it out. How can I so quickly forget the important matters that You give me to proclaim? Wow! That content is actually about our beliefs—the chief cause to put us all one against the other but? Such knowledge does not do much for any of us and, You know it my Father, You know it.

We come into such knowledge. We are stricken dumb found then? Business as usual. Our attitude remains. Next? There comes a challenge. What do we do? Ah! “I believe I can take this challenge. Let me think? Why do I want to write a book?” …and …on we proceed with our belief that we can answer the challenge without a hinge or an inkling of thinking of You taking part to answer the challenge!  Ouch! What gives now? I did the pausing. I did the reflecting. Am I with You connecting?

O thiaBasilia child of My heart? You are connecting much to delight My heart and? I can now give you more than what I gave you at the start. Beliefs. Opinions. Man’s reasoning to choose whatever seems good to man? All band together stem from the same root, My child, and? That’s the snare to hold My children in the darkness of their own minds.

Furthermore, O thiaBasilia child of My heart? The more brilliant the human mind is? The furthest it strays from Me at the peak of their success starts. Pause. Reflect. Go on and be direct. For I am giving you now much in that respect.

Monday, June 13, 2016 at 11:24 am

Hum! I guess the thing to now do? Numb! Dumb! Mum it’s the Word! No one is catching me sticking my foot in my mouth talking of things far above my skull so dull! But Father! I am excited to the max for the super matter. You placing me in the upper ladder. Hope You up to keep me never down to scatter my brains in the breakable platter at the bottom of that ladder. No need to speak of things not knowing the matter.

O for goodness sake! O thiaBasilia child of the Father’s heart from the start, thiaBasilia, what are you talking about? What matter are you so excited about to think Father has placed you in the upper ladder?

Hahaha! HalleluYah! Have you ever heard of http://rainmakerplatform.com/ THE SMARTER SOLUTION FOR DIGITAL MARKETING AND SALES More Power. Less Pain. Higher Profit? Me? A first time this organization came into my path. I check it out and found it quite appealing until? I checked their prices. Wow! No way I can afford to pop $145.00 monthly. Father knows all about my money situation. So why would He send me this Rainmaker thing?

Ah! I remember. Father told me more than once not to let money be an object in carrying on with the task He has assigned unto me and? Why should I question the matter? So?

I come to my Father. See? I am just a human being and like any human would do? I get an idea or an idea is presented to me? I rank my brains trying to figure out how to bring such an idea to work for me. Oh? So?

Well, this human mind process has somehow changed for me. See? Our Father does not brain wash us like we try to do to ourselves and to others. We are forever trying to do our best. Ah? Am I getting close to the aggravation point to you? What’s wrong with doing your best? That is what we are all suppose to do! Bless our hearts! We are wrong! None of our best of bests hit the mark with Father Yah!

Am I talking out of my skull? I wish I was then you could lock me up but? Not a chance! You done got curious. You curios as to how am I going to get out of this crazy statement, aren’t you. And, you can’t wait to debate the point, can’t you?

Wait a minute! Let’s not debate or deliberate. Just … Pause. Reflect. There is a method to my madness that is perfect to the effect to bring to pass whatever you must. Alright! Let’s get on with it.

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Thia’s Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua.

Monday, June 13, 2016 at 7:55 pm

Father? You talk to me. And I talk to You and? The time has come to me to talk to You at all times and for/about all things no matter how trivial those things can be. You lead me all the way. Only thing is my Father and? You know it. The only thing is that most all people assumes that all this matter I relate to others? It’s only in my imagination.

Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia child of My heart? In general people is condition to assume things that are not as if they were a fact. This matter has caused you to live a dysfunctional life in the past—a life replete with the fear of man and the insidious quest for man’s approval.

Overcoming Dysfunctional Mother candidly talks about how she overcame not only the dysfunctional label but also all the labels that this world saddles on all unsuspecting human beings.

This book is worth its price in gold. Guarantee to at least make any reader reconsider its content. Buy it as soon as it hits the market.

 

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To You My Friend, I Come Again. To You My Friend—My Reader To You This Post I Dedicate Again. …

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How ‘bout that? Hum! I am dumb found and not doomed …

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Saturday, June 11, 2016 at 11:36 pm

O my Father, O Father of mine? Where are You leading me? Whatever comes next? I have made my choice. I have chosen to follow Yahushua. No regrets. In this lonely and grey moment, still? No regrets. Wherever You lead me? I will follow. Be it to my death or? To the Secret Place of Your Abode there forever to remain under Your loving domain.

Sunday, June 12, 2016 at 2:46 am

Pause. Reflect. What is it, O thiaBasilia that you believe? Ah! My friend, it is not about thiaBasilia’s beliefs. Beliefs do not alter the facts. Beliefs only create an antagonistic personality in any human being. Such a nugget thiaBasilia only recently has acquired. So? What is the fact?

Pause. Reflect. thiaBasilia, do not just flip an answer to such crucial and integral element in the restoration of your beings to the original state and condition for which you were created. Oh?

O my Father, O Father of mine? What is this crucial and integral element in Your mind? Pause. Reflect. Observe. O thiaBasilia observe and mind what you observe. Do you see what this thing of ‘belief’ is doing? Do you see how this thing of ‘belief’ is pitching one human being; one nation; one kingdom against the other?

Yes, my Father, yes I see it and? So many others do see it but? That’s all we can do, see. Where do we go from here, my Father? What are we to do with what we see?

Sunday, June 12, 2016 at 8:26 am

Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia, child of My heart, do you remember the words I told you right at the point of your start? I do remember all and every single word You have not only told me but You have also in my heart forever soldered and bonded never to be forgotten.

Very well, My child, so you remember My words a long time ago, “thia, thia, Satan has desired to have you all to sift you like sand but? I have prayed for you, My thiaBasilia, that your faith fails you not and when you return to strengthen the brethren.” Do you see My thiaBasilia? Do you see how now you have returned from Satan’s hold? Do you see now My child how your faith has never fail you and now you are here to strengthen your friend, to strengthen the brethren?

Ah! Ah! Ah! Father? Duh! I see it but? I still do not know what to do with what I see, how dumb can I be? Pause. Reflect. No, My child, no. Dumb you no longer as that word stings so far but? Dumb as dumb found? That you are! Rejoice! For that’s My choice for that child-like heart old woman I have made you to be for My delight and in the sight for all to see.

How ‘bout that? Hum! I am dumb found and not doomed to the rest of my life consumed lamenting & tormenting my child-like woman You have made out of me! I repent in dust & ashes again & again. That is so plain.

His love in my heart for you my friend and for all, thiaBasilia

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Who Am I? A New Look At Myself For You, My Friend. Who Am I To You & For You.

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I Am Not The Rainmaker But? I Carry The Rainmaker Within My Being To Make Rain On The Just & The Unjust.

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Friday, June 10, 2016 at 7:13 pm

Who am I? A new look at myself for you, my friend. Who am I to you & for you. First of all? I am not the Rainmaker but? I carry the Rainmaker within my being to make rain on the just & the unjust …WOW! What kind of nonsense is yours truly bragging about now? Ha! Read on? This is a good one!

Every single day? Once or twice my inbox is filled with quite a bit of the best of the best information on how to write, format, publish, market and …? Make one’s mark in the best sellers mart.

Me? Read. Pause. Reflect. Where is this one or that one coming from? Father is leading all the way. Father? O my Father, which way am I to go? Wait. Wait. Pause. Reflect to be perfect. So? Back to go. Read. Pause. Reflect. Wait.

Ah! My Father? How long this waiting must go on? Wait. Pause. Reflect and? In that respect? Look to be direct. Look to be direct? In what respect, O my Father, in what respect? Please show me where is it that my look I must direct?

The Rainmaker. To the Rainmaker your look you must direct.  Burst into torrents of rain over the entire globe in mode plain to cover the just as well as the unjust!

Saturday, June 11, 2016 at 4:39 am

Those were the thoughts You gave me yesterday. Today? Another day. Another thought. Would it be related somewhat at that? It is somewhat.

Today? The Harvest. The Rainmaker. The Functional. The Dysfunctional. The Globe. The World. Success. Revelry? In the whole? The whole world is marching at the tune of success. From the sky? Up above the clouds so high I hear Your loving voice resounding.

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.

You have set Ahmad over me. I have no doubt that such is Your doing. Even so? Ahmad does not seem to be in any condition to take care of me. What am I to do, my Father? I am weary of waiting. But You know it all. I know that in due time this moment of distress shall be no more! No matter what? I wait on You on our behalf to act.

Saturday, June 11, 2016 at 1:37 pm

Pause. Reflect. I have chosen to follow Yahushua. It’s a lonely road, yet? No regrets. Wherever You lead me I shall follow. No one by my side? They have all left me? No regrets. I will follow You wherever You lead me. Be it to my death. Be it to the pinnacle of a resurrected life as the head not the tail. Wherever You will lead. For wherever You will lead? You will do through me whatever it entails. Such is my hope and? Hope is the evidence of things not yet seen. It never fails.

Saturday, June 11, 2016 at 7:54 pm

So, my Friend? Let’s get back to the beginning of this post. Who am I? A new look at myself for you, my friend. Who am I to you & for you.

I am a follower of Yahushua the Messiah—the One sent by Almighty Yahuwah Father/Creator of the whole Universe and of our beings. I am His messenger to you & for you. His messenger?

Ah! My friend, let me tell you something amusing. How I came into the knowledge of bearing such a label as that of a messenger.

In a few days I shall hit the 77th year mark since my birthday. I have already related this matter before but because my birthday is coming again? I find appropriate to refresh this matter to you, my friend.

I was in South Africa. It was the eve of my 70th birthday. I was to leave S.A. in route to the Land of Jerusalem. I was reading in Jeremiah 29,

For thus says the Master, When seventy years are completed for Babylon, I will visit you and keep My good promise to you, causing you to return to this place.  (Jeremiah 29:10)

For I know the thoughts and plans that I have for you, says the Master, thoughts and plans for welfare and peace and not for evil, to give you hope in your final outcome.  (Jeremiah 29:11)

Hum? Again I questioned, “Who am I?” For an answer? I was led to read in the book of Revelations or the Apocalyptic,

Write therefore the things you see, what they are [and signify] and what is to take place hereafter.  (Revelation 1:19)

As to the hidden meaning (the mystery) of the seven stars which you saw on My right hand and the seven lampstands of gold: the seven stars are the seven angels (messengers) of the seven assemblies (churches) and the seven lampstands are the seven churches.  (Revelation 1:20)

I reread, ‘the seven stars are the seven angels (messengers) of the seven assemblies (churches)’. I thought, ‘angels (messengers)’? Ha! I AM AN ANGEL! I concluded as I roared in laughter of such a thought because of my warped concept of that word!

But truly? In all honesty? Father sent me to these regions of the world as a messenger to His children amidst this jungle of the Middle East.

Even so? To qualify me to deliver His message? He made this region of the world into the wilderness of people for me. Why?

To enter into judgment with me and contend with me face to face to prepare or qualify me to deliver His message and?

For the looks of it? It seems to me that Father is satisfied. The lesson is indelible written in my newly created heart and in the mind of Yahushua within that heart of mine.

Now? The answer to “Who am I?” is clear in my mind. I am a messenger delivering His message not only in this region of the world but also to all of His children scattered in the four corners of the earth. Oh? How can this be? Easy. Through the waves of the Internet?

The blogs created by yours truly carrying such message? Swiftly, Effectively, Victoriously The  Message Travels Through The Waves Of The Net! Destination? The Heart & Mind Of Each One Of You! Such is my hope? A sure thing accordingly to Romans 8.

Thanks for your visit. His love in my heart for all, thiaBasilia.

 

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Doubting? I Quit…

Hey! By The Way. Read the previous and previous of posts at bay, won’t you please, do not delay? Read, Read without skimping or limping. Enjoy. Do not deploy…

And away we go question markThursday, June 9, 2016 at 2:49 am
The avalanche in my soul descending? Yeap! The power of love from on high from the sky descending—inducing, producing, harvesting …What? Ha! inducing, producing, harvesting in the heart of all the children of His delight that same power of love from up there in the sky on high! So be it. Doubting? I quit….

Thursday, June 9, 2016 at 4:14 am

No kidding. Doubting? I quit…I hear the hideous chanting. Do I jump to my feet and shut the door in defeat? Nay. Now I pray—Father, have mercy on them. Have them see it all Your way and? O my Father? Don’t count that wayward streak of my irateness mess against them or? Even against this wayward child of Yours. Have mercy my Father. Have it Your way all the way, O Father of mine for the sake of Your name not of mine.

His love in my heart for you and for all, thiaBasilia

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I Am Stuck In My Ways Like A Mule In A Mud Pile. Who Gives A Hoota Balooka About It? No One! All Stuck. Can’t Pass The Buck Out Of Luck I Am Stuck! …

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Thia’s Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …

Wednesday, June 8, 2016 at 9:40 am

O my Teacher. My Beloved Teacher. So early in the morning this morsel of the bread of affliction You are feeding to me? What about the olive oil in which to fry a couple of delicious eggs with onions, green peppers, lots of garlic, cauliflower florets and all those spices to my body beneficial so I can function in the task You have placed in my flask?

“My child, My beloved thiaBasilia? Are you wanting and bickering and complaining because the garlic & onions of your slavery in Egypt you are not obtaining?”

Ah! My Master? What are You insinuating?

“My child, My beloved thiaBasilia? Are you yet without understanding this bread of affliction that to you I am rendering?”

Ah! My Master, my Beloved Teacher? Show me clear and without smear why this bread of affliction to me You are rendering and engendering this elusive fear of my just desserts for my lack of whatever it takes to sit still without bickering & complaining never ending …always looking out for my own fending?

“My child, My beloved thiaBasilia? Look around! What is there to fear in your right now surround? Beauty all around. On the brown ground. On the sky above. On the street below. On the especial tiles of your roof aloof and beneath your feet as you walk & sit on that chair in front of the nice screen of the super dupper latest model in the cybernetic Industry that I have for you with much care and concern I have supplied. Look around. There is much beauty to be found! And have you forgotten the beauty of My heart in the hearts of the ones for your care I have assigned?”

Ah! I am dumb found!

“My child, My beloved thiaBasilia? Pause. Reflect. Look at the beauty of My heart in the ones that for your care I have placed around on this brown ground of the world that you have for now found. LOOK! My child, My beloved thiaBasilia, LOOK!”

Ah! My Master—my Beloved Teacher?  Just one look. That’s what before it took. Even so? This gooney loony by the name of yours truly went ahead and? The wrong way she looked and back in the doom of dooms … She again? Forsook the way to look then found herself stuck like a mule in a mud pile in the way not to look that she partook. Now what? My Master, now what? What am I to do at that?.

“My child, My beloved thiaBasilia? Pause. Reflect. What it takes to be perfect? Perfect? Ah! You might in retrospect to Me exclaim and complain. No way! You might say! Oh? My child, My beloved thiaBasilia? Pause. Reflect. Do you remember?”

Remember? What am I to remember, O my Master—my Beloved Teacher? What is there to remember when my belly is crying out and my mind is churning and my feet are hurting and? And? And? What is there to remember when I can’t even think what it means to remember?

“My child, My beloved thiaBasilia? Pause. Reflect. Your bickering. Your complaining. Don’t you to Me you bust and outburst? Why prey ye such a thing—such a fling to Me you swing?”

Hum! Hum! What am I to answer? What am I to retort? O my Teacher! I am out of the sorts! Take the coal. Touch my lips. Burn the gross dross. Take the coal. Touch my lips! Make haste! O my Master, make haste! I am out of my wits!

“Behold! Pause. Reflect. My child, My beloved thiaBasilia? Pause. Reflect. To be perfect? Are you out of your wits to throw another fit? Behold! My child, My beloved thiaBasilia? Pause. Reflect. Behold! A sinner is now perfect …”

AAAHHaah! Dumb found on this brown ground! In silence … I worship You!

Hey ye all! I am on a roll—a heavenly roll that is! I am posting one post quickly after the previous. Have you checked again today? Don’t miss a click it’s all good, good not a lie! Like a young blogger warned, follow me or die! I should say, Make haste to https://www.thia-basilia.com/ or in thiaBasilia’s sight you might DIE!!!!

Dear Readers, I Have Something Of Much Value To Confess. Read On …Such Value Might Be For Your Interest in the confess.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016 at 7:44 pm

You know what? In reading the story of my life? In reading the expose of the grotesque woman that once was me? I have come to see. See? What have I come to see? I have come to see how easily I can revert to that grotesque caricature of a woman in distress.

Is that a bad thing to see? Pause. Reflect. thiaBasilia? Child of Mine, learn to respect the sights that in retrospect I have turned from the brown ground to the sky of My delight.

O Father of mine! I cannot repine as You define for me the route of Your delight away from all the nasty plights in sight at any given moment of my existence in this world to be found on this brown ground.

That nasty and grotesque cartoon of the woman that I used to be. The chanters and all taunters? Let them all have their way in the world at bay. This child of Yours now? To the shadow of Your wings she swings to rest underneath Your everlasting arms. I look around this brown ground. What is there to fear?

The disturbance for me It is not for me anymore to beIsaiah 41:10,

Fear not there is nothing to fear for I am with you. Do not look around you in terror and be dismayed for I am your Master. I will strengthen and harden you to difficulties. Yes, I will help you. Yes, I will hold you up and retain you with My victorious right hand of rightness and justice

At the moment? The unpleasant chanters began their grotesque disturbing chanting. I head to the door to shut them out. I look. The sunset. Beautiful sight up on the sky. That nasty & grotesque cartoon that my peace could have gotten? The chanters? All forgotten. The door? Why should I shut my door? That grotesque cartoon in loom? These chanters? The sunset? My Father’s victorious right hand of rightness and justice? Let it all be. The disturbance for me? It is not for me anymore to be! Hahaha! HalleluYah!

His love in my heart for you and for all, thiaBasilia.