Ready! Here Is The Sizzler Inspired To Burn—To Heal. It’s A Steal …?

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Friday, January 10, 2020 at 10:13 am.

You came in to eat with me, and I with You. O what a marvel! Furthermore, Your promise for whomever overcomes or is victorious, You will grant to sit beside You on Your throne, as Yourself overcame or was victorious and sat down beside Your Father on His throne. Quote:

Revelation 3:19-21

Those whom I [dearly and tenderly] love, I tell their faults and convict and convince and reprove and chasten [I discipline and instruct them]. So be enthusiastic and in earnest and burning with zeal and repent [changing your mind and attitude]. [Pro 3:12]

Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears and listens to and heeds My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and will eat with him, and he [will eat] with Me.

He who overcomes (is victorious), I will grant him to sit beside Me on My throne, as I Myself overcame (was victorious) and sat down beside My Father on His throne.

Now, My Master? That Last Verse Goes Right Over My Head! Mercy! …

Friday, January 10, 2020 at 2:27 pm.

But that is Your Word. I refuse to question it. Even so, my Master? It came to me to check this matter of Your throne in the book of Revelations or the Apocalypses, and?

I’m Perplexed! Filled With Confusion Or Bewilderment; Puzzled, Why?

Friday, January 10, 2020 at 3:33 pm.

O my Master! Where does humor instead of anger fits? Your Throne. Your Majesty. Your Royalty. So ever impressive! Nothing at all to be humorous about. What gives, my Master?

  • Now I see it. Now I don’t.
  • The solemnity of it all!
  • Peals of thunder and loud rumblings and blasts and noises, and flashes of lightning and an earthquake?
  • How in Your precious name would I be able to survive?
  • If the minor noises going on late at night in my roof trouble me so, I cannot conceive such frightful phenomena and live.

What Gives, My Master? I Don’t Feel Humorous Anymore. Help Me! …

Friday, January 10, 2020 at 4:25 pm.

It’s so easy to quote and enjoy the bliss in Your words but so hard to admit or confess and submit with a kiss to get Your acquit.

It’s bad! To bed 1:22 am to 2:58 am to 5:00 am.

Yes! It’s Bad, My Master, But You Know It, And?

You are in control of it all! You have already warned me of the battle going on in the spiritual realm. Now? The enemy’s attack is intensified. First the threat to destroy my avocado tree. Now?

  • Rain pouring down through the kitchen roof. Ahmad and others were in the next room. I kept screaming, “The rain is pouring down through the kitchen roof!!!” but no one paid the least attention to my scream. In my mind? Blamed Ahmad. I woke up.
  • That happened around 3 am. I had gotten up intending to work in the graphic, but I couldn’t stand the cold. Went back to bed. Slept until 5:00 am.

On Waking Up This Time? It Came To Me To Check The Meaning f The Dream…

Saturday, January 11, 2020 at 5:43 am.

First meaning? Straight to the point. Evil attempt to destroy all blessings coming to me by Your hand of mercy. That’s where all my latest predicament stems from. Speak to my heart, my Master. I need to hear Your meaning and response.

“O thiaBasilia—O Child Of My Heart? I am well pleased with your response to the enemy’s attack. I have heard your prayer to bless instead of curse Ahmad.

I am aware of how much you miss your son.

I am aware of what is going on with him as well as with you.

The attacks are heavier on your son, but! Fear not.

My power to protect and bless both of you the enemy cannot withstand.

Ahmad knows such is the fact.

Soon, sooner than you expect, your son shall be empowered to level up with you.

Again, fear not. Let go. Be still. Continue to reject all evil thoughts coming to your mind against your son.

All such thoughts are injected in your mind by the enemy. No problem. No worries. I am in control of your thoughts and feelings and every minute detail in your daily living.

I love you, My precious thiaBasilia. You have no idea of the intensity of My love for you. Your mind cannot conceive the reality of your Royal identity, but?

Your Royal identity remains intact. That’s the fact.

The truth? There is humor in the enemy’s attack to destroy all good in and for you.

It’s more like a bug threatening the pest control man that is about to destroy it for good.

Therefore, My precious Queen, relax. The suffering of the moment? Remember, Your suffering? My discipline to lift you up to be what you were meant to be—My Queen.”

What? Your Queen? Now You Really Got Me In Worst Predicament Humanly Speaking …

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