Journal—An Ongoing Dialog Between thiaBasilia And Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …

Saturday, July 28, 2018 at 10:29 pm.

Why am here? What’s the use ….?

The end of this day is coming. I find myself in a state of anger and disgust! Wondering why am I here? But! I don’t have to wonder.

You have Your reasons for all that goes on with me. This anger? This disgust with my close and far loved ones? Is part of Your plan for me.

Anger serves its purposes ….?

You tell me not to question my doings. I will not. I will not any longer feel bad about this raging anger against the evils around me.

It’s now Saturday, July 28, 2018 at 11:43 pm. My anger has subsided. I am now ready for bed. Thanks, my Father for Your Presence.

Overbearing Loneliness ….?

You are always with me. You sense the loneliness that I sense. You feel the anger I feel. It’s not about my comfort. It’s all about Your children’s lack of love for You—for me.

Sunday, July 29, 2018 at 4:51 am.

What’s the use of knowledge without the power to perform as such?

Father? Here I am or am I? I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore, and? I have not any desire to know. What’s the use?

What’s the use to know I am to sit still when sitting still is an impossibility for me? Why?

No sight of my children coming home ….?

The useless feeling comes as I feel the blunt of my children’s absence. Let my tears flow. Back to bed! Can’t wake up. 5:08 am

The Tears Flow. Where Do They Go? Where Are My Children On The Go ….?

Sunday, July 29, 2018 at 8:23 am.

Do you see it, My child? Are you letting your tears flow?

My own tears flow to see My children on the go.

Together they march along the tune to ‘church’ to ‘church’ to ‘church’!

It’s Sunday. It’s Saturday. To that deity of our choice we must head on.

To that church with the cross we must give our most.

While I sit on My throne letting the tears profusely flow and glow

In the gold that lines your heart

Where to start? Where do us part?

The garden of life planted fresh

The forbidden tree was chosen for best

To death My children’s march began

Still going on

To death that ‘church’ with the ‘cross’ leads them on.

Let the tears flow …

Thanks, my Father! You know what’s best for the rest. You promised to fertilize my garden with the flow of my tears. Let Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Meantime and until the next post? Much love in my heart for you dear Reader and for all. Your sister, thia.