The Garden. The Problem With Our Attempts To Turn Our Foul Past Into A Clean Present….

Through my Window I see
While the world is set on hilarity and education? You have set My Heart/Mind in a garden on the ashes of the paradise lost of our creation. The man. The woman. Together taking care of the garden. No more trips to the forbidden tree.

Thursday, December 28, 2017 at 8:17 pm.

What’s The Problem With Our Attempts To Turn Our Foul Past Into A Clean Present?….

O my Father? A twitch of pain? Fear knocks at my mind’s door. I now refuse to open that door. Fear can no longer enter. Fearlessly I go on, but! Not on my own.

So many rampart messages on how to overcome our fears. How to turn our miseries in to triumphs. How to become a better person. How to carve our future?

I read and think on. I ponder.  Have the authors of these messages have not caught on yet what results from their messages?

They are inciting the crowds to make of themselves a righteous being—a self-righteous person. Self-righteous. Self-sufficient. Self-loving. Self this. Self that.

To top it all they are using Your sacred words to validate their preaching. Their human mind understanding is their stand, not realizing there is a commandment not to rely in one’s own understanding.

They claim dispensations far beyond the fact of Your words. They have never paid mind to Your words to the effect that unless You do the work? We laborers work in vain.

O My Father—O Father Of Mine? Am I pointing fingers? “Nay! If any pointing? That finger is pointing at your past.”

Friday, December 29, 2017 at 1:42 am.

Father, I pray for contentment this day.

Woke up at the sound of Skype. Jan Cadell to check on me. Been working on graphics. Now sleep overtaking me. It’s 1:45 AM.

Two hours of sleep did me good. My thoughts on waking up? Father, I pray for contentment this day. Don’t let me be concerned with what I lack. Let me satisfied.

Lack? Let it speedily pass by me. Set me free. You are my portion. Your are my shield and buckler. You are the Redeemer of my soul. You are my Loving Master.

In You all things at my disposal stand. Whether on hand or out of the land? Nothing beyond.  All things at my disposal stand. At Your discretion? All things are placed in my hands.

Only wait. Sit still. O thiaBasilia—O Child Of My Heart? Only wait. Sit still. Let Me strengthen Your heart. Indeed! Let Me at My discretion place all things in your hands.

Soon, very soon? I will turn your world around on these grounds. Speedily, like an eagle flies quite swift? So will I lift you and your gifted son, to the head seat. Abundance you both shall meet.

Away, away you both will go from this insanity ridden world’s miserable plight to reside in My Presence to My delight.

No more lack, but! For what? To satisfy the wantonness of the flesh? To live in luxury and debauchery? To sit amidst among the crowds that thirst?

NAY! NAY! NAY! No way! The garden of My creation is now due for restoration. I have placed you both in my bay to restore that garden all the way.

That’s for what at the head you both shall seat. My intent for your creation? In that garden you shall find it.

You will at last let Me love, let Me give you My best. You will at last return your best. I will be your Father. You shall be My sons and daughters.

O thiaBasilia—O Child Of My Heart? Am I talking to you in vain? Is there anything beyond My ability to produce?

Why have I chosen Ahmad and you for this task? Is this just a grandiose idea in your human mind? All that you may ask, regardless!

My plan of restoration is coming to pass exactly as I have decreed. No creed or deed can ever deviate My plan. No human or devil could ever My plan thwart.

But how can you believe Me?

O thiaBasilia—O Child Of My Heart? What silly questions can you ask! Ten years of testing grounds have not thwarted nor outsmarted your belief and trust in Me.

  • Against all odds, you have hold on to your trust and belief in Me.
  • You been abandoned and shone by your loved ones.
  • You been classified as demon possessed.
  • You have been insulted with the worst of insults.
  • You been kicked.
  • You been spit on.
  • You been buffeted.
  • You been bitten by rats.
  • You been thrown in the dungeon—remember that apartment?

Still, O thiaBasilia—O Child Of My Heart? Nothing and no one have been able to deviate your belief and trust in Me one iota.

Why? Remember Yahushua’s words to you way at the beginning of your journey in My Presence? Quote:

Luke 22:31-32 AMPC+

Simon, Simon (Peter) (thiaBasilia), listen! Satan has asked excessively that all of you be given up to him, out of the power and keeping of the Father/Creator, that he might sift all of you like grain, [Job 1:6-12; Amo 9:9]

But I have prayed especially for you [Peter] [thiaBasilia], that your own faith may not fail; and when you yourself have turned again, strengthen and establish your brethren.

That’s the reason why, O thiaBasilia—O Child Of My Heart? That’s the reason why your own faith has not fail nor will ever fail you.

Your child like obedience to My Set-Apart Spirit within you? It has been My delight. My delight in your obedience is your strength.

Go on My child. Go on and on. Despite the strait circumstances of the moment? Fear not! My plan for you and Ahmad is now in effect regardless all circumstances amidst.

Just a little while longer, wait, sit still. You are soon to see My deliverance. Rejoice. Be glad. Whether heat or cold, cannot thwart your mold.” End of quote.

What can I say or do or think after and while these amazing words are carved in my heart and mind? Nothing but power, wisdom to wait, sit still until I see Your deliverance and beyond.

It’s now only 10:09 am. Much accomplished since I woke up way back around 2 am. Have recorded it all. Have written letters and comments. Have read several posts.

Even tried to get back to Lorelle’s WordPress School. Now? I’m heading to post this amazing happening of today.

Dear Reader, may these words bless you as much as they bless me. In the meantime? His love in my heart for you and for all remains there to stay for eternity, thiaBasilia.

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