Somehow …The Sweet Smelling Whiff Of Our Resting In You …Will Come To Be …Somehow …Not Only For Me!

Somehow …All but all shall be …Skipping in the rain with me!

Sunday, March 03, 2013 at 8:29 am

Well, well my Beloved Master and Father …

here I am after another unique 7th Day of Rest! …

Did I rest? …

Yes siree! …

I rested because for all to see …

I RESTED in YOU! …

And I know for sure …

that somehow …

we are all coming to know …

somehow …

how to REST in You! …

Somehow by Your grace & favor…

by Your mercy unending …

somehow …

we shall all come to the ending …

of our offending …

with our never ending rituals …

and invented holy practices …

devised in our mind’s confine …

to whiff up into Your nostrils …

the stench …

the bench …

of such rituals & so holy what-evers …

that self-righteousness …

that stench into Your nostrils …

somehow …

forever to be no more …

somehow …

the sweet smelling whiff of our resting in You …

will come to be …

somehow …

not only for me! …

Somehow …

Forever all we’ll be …

Skipping in the rain …

With me …

Free from the dreadful domain …

Of our lack of rest …

In You …

Somehow …

All but all shall be …

Skipping in the rain with me!

Traveling Along …Ding-dong …Ding-dong …Ding-dong …

Towards Eternity We Travel Along …

Saturday, March 02, 2013 at 8:23 am

O my Father, we are all in the same boat …

Traveling along …

Sometimes with a song …

Sometimes with a dance …

But most of all …

Is the chance …

For all glee to flee …

When we see …

From within …

And the brute reality …

Sets in …

That we are no longer free …

That all is amiss …

In our midst …

And in such boat …

We must travel along …

Even without a song …

Ding-dong …

Ding-dong …

Ding-dong …

Towards eternity we travel along …

In that boat …

We must float …

Even without a song …

Only hearing the sound …

That monotonous …

That sound so tedious …

And fastidious …

Ding-dong …

Ding-dong …

Ding-dong …

Are we wondering? …

Are we pondering? …

Are we questioning …

What is that ding-dong song …

Or is it just a sound? …

Perhaps …

O my soul perhaps …

I am mind to pay …

To that sound at bay …

I hear in this boat …

As I float to eternity’s way! …

Wait?

Listen?

Wait & Listen for What? …

Ah! I see where is it at! …

I’ll read …

Perhaps the power to wait & listen …

I can attain …

In this boat’s domain …

As I travel along …

Without a song …

As I see …

From within …

And the brute reality …

Sets in …

That I am no longer free …

That all is amiss …

In our midst …

And in such boat …

I must travel along …

Even without a song …

Ding-dong …

Ding-dong …

Ding-dong …

Ah! There is hope …

I will wait & listen …

To gain back my song …

While Towards Eternity I Travel Along …

It’s written,

WAIT and listen, everyone who is thirsty!

Come to the waters; and he who has no money,

come,

buy and eat!

Yes, come, buy priceless,

spiritual wine and milk

without money and without price

simply for the self-surrender

that accepts the blessing.

Why do you spend your money

for that which is not bread,

and your earnings for what does not satisfy?

Hearken diligently to Me,

and eat what is good,

and let your soul delight itself in fatness

the profuseness of spiritual joy.

Incline your ear

submit and consent to the divine will

and come to Me;

hear, and your soul will revive;

and I will make an everlasting covenant

or league with you,

even the sure mercy or kindness,

goodwill, and compassion promised to David.

….

Seek, inquire for, and require Master Yahuwah

while He may be found

claiming Him by necessity and by right;

call upon Him while He is near.

Let the wicked forsake his way

and the unrighteous man his thoughts;

and let him return to Master Yahuwah,

and He will have love, pity, and mercy for him,

and to our Almighty Creator,

for He will multiply to him His abundant pardon.

“For My thoughts are not your thoughts,

neither are your ways My ways,

says Master Yahuwah.

For as the heavens are higher than the earth,

so are My ways higher than your ways

and My thoughts than your thoughts.

For as the rain and snow come down from the heavens,

and return not there again,

but water the earth and make it bring forth and sprout,

that it may give seed to the sower and bread to the eater,

so shall My word be that goes forth out of My mouth:

it shall not return to Me void

without producing any effect, useless,

but it shall accomplish that which I please and purpose,

and it shall prosper in the thing for which I sent it.

For you shall go out from the spiritual exile caused by sin and evil

into the homeland with joy

and be led forth by your Leader,

the Master Himself,

and His word with peace;

the mountains and the hills shall break forth

before you into singing,

and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

Instead of the thorn shall come up the cypress tree,

and instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle tree;

and it shall be to Master Yahuwah for a name of renown,

for an everlasting sign of jubilant exaltation

and memorial to His praise,

which shall not be cut off …

WOW! WOW! WOW! It’s all written in Isaiah 55.

Why People Are The Way They Are? … And Why Am I The Way I Am? …

Selah—Pause, And Calmly Think Of That! …

Friday, March 01, 2013 at 5:33 am

O my Father …

Why people are the way they are? …

Some so deep …

Some so shallow …

and me? …

I have to swallow …

whether deep or shallow …

and within my tallow …

within my gut …

I rot! …

Why am I …

the way I am? …

Why can I not …

turn off my thought …

open my heart …

to embark …

on Your love a journey …

on Your mercy …

on Your compassion …

for the just …

and the unjust? …

Why my ‘holy than thou’ …

my attitude …

portray …

in the byway …

of the everyday …

humdrum …

unable to shut away …

my stinking ways? …

Come to my aid …

O my Beloved Master …

reach down …

lift me up …

to the Rock …

too high for me …

to climb up! …

speedily my Master …

lift me up …

lift me up …

set me free …

from my stinking ways …

set me free! …

my shrilling cry …

with the Psalmist …

my plea …

HEAR MY cry, O my Master—my Beloved Yahuwah/Yahushua …

listen to my prayer …

From the end of the earth will I cry to You …

when my heart is overwhelmed and fainting …

lead me to the Rock that is higher than I …

yes, a Rock that is too high for me …

For You have been a shelter and a refuge for me …

a strong tower against the adversary …

I will dwell in Your tabernacle forever …

let me find refuge and trust in the shelter …

of Your wings …

Selah—pause, and calmly think of that! …

For You, O my Master—my Beloved Yahuwah/Yahushua …

have heard my vows …

You have given me the heritage …

of those who fear, revere, and honor Your name …

May You prolong the true King’s life …

adding days upon days, and may His years be …

to the last generation of this world …

and the generations of the world to come …

May He sit enthroned forever …

before the face of my Master—my Beloved Yahuwah/Yahushua …

O ordain that loving-kindness and faithfulness …

may watch over Him! …

So will I sing praise to Your name forever …

paying my vows day by day …Psalms 61:1-8

What Happened To My Day? …Lost In The Wilderness Of People…

Thursday, February 28, 2013 at 3:07 pm

Don’t know where my day go again my Father? …All things become so uncertain …in one day or in one hour …Yesterday all was well …but today, who knows? …Even tears have evaded my lachrymal …and my enthusiasm of yesterday …is damped by the uncertainty of today! …Where are You my Father? …And what is going on …in this world You left me on …to thread the narrow gate …all alone …without a mate?

Perhaps I’m scared …like a little girl lost …in the wilderness of people… wondering alone … end-long… daylong … ding-dong … ding-dong …  and for how long …this passing moment must take place … not leaving a trace?…  For in the morrow …all of this moment so rotten … shall be forgotten!

And Here There Is More To Share Of The Repertoire That Could Be Anyone’s Property…

More Words From Father To Me…

It was on Friday, May 13, 2011 at 6:57 am when Father once again put an end to my frustrations and my dilemmas.

O my Master there are so many small encumbrances that frustrate our daily living and we do not know how to overcome such. Show me the way my Master for I sense that somehow I missing You!

“My child—My beloved and precious thia/Basilia indeed you are not missing Me! For I have grasped your hand and I wont let go of it! Forever I am and will lead you every step of the way!

“Fear not My precious child for all the daily frustrations on these earthly grounds are only meant to keep you in mind that these earthly grounds as they stand now are only temporary grounds to mold and set your character but such are not your home!

“O My child! Always remember that your home shall stand on the grounds of your Beloved—Yahushua Messiah as His Kingdom come on the new cleansed grounds of the future eternity!

“In the meantime you have nothing to fear because I am with you at all times and at everywhere that your foot sets in! For I am with you when you go out and when you come in at all times!

“And I know My precious child that you are grabbing a hold of My strength everyday more so! And I am delighted on your daily obedience as you arise to meet all circumstances that come your way at any given moment with My authority not giving way to any of your ideas or thoughts!

“Carry on My precious and beloved thia/Basilia! For My delight in your obedience is your strength! Rejoice and be glad or otherwise according to what the occasion calls for I have not given you the spirit of cringing and fawning fear! But I have given you the Set Apart Spirit of power and love and My wisdom to cry or weep or laugh as it is fitting to any occasion!”

First Words…

First Words Father Spoke To me

O my Master—my Beloved Yahuwah/Yahushua You spoke to my heart on the morning of August 8, 1985. You said to me at that moment of time:

“I have been shaping you into a vessel, a beautiful vessel to hold flowers, beautiful flowers of love.  These flowers are not yours, they belong to Me and I give them to whom I please: you are only holding them as they sit in the water of My love with which I have filled you.

“You can not give out these flowers on your own, because you are only a vessel holding them; but I will send you those to whom I have given the flowers you are holding; some will pick just the flowers from you, and some will pick you up, and use you to bring good news and cheer to others.  Rest in Me and hold My flowers.

“Do not put your own flowers in that vessel of yourself; because they are the flowers that wilt and don’t last; but the flowers that I am letting you hold will last forever.”

And what kind of flowers are those Father?  I asked. And You said to me:

“You are only the vessel to hold these flowers and you need not to know what kind of flowers they are, again I say, rest on Father and just know that you are holding MY flowers and not your flowers.”

Then You spoke to me a second Word to answer my dilemma at that time. I asked, “Father? Are You trying to tell me to quit looking at what I do and what I say and just to rely on You that what I am saying comes from You and what I am is what You are working with and that You are in control and to quit doubting everything because it doesn’t fit exactly with what I think and what I reason to be Okay, Father? And You answered me,

“I am not trying to tell you. I am telling you. I am telling you just that.  You look, you wobble, you go back and forth like a seesaw because you are taking your eyes off of ME.

“Even in your typing that is what is happening to you, you take your eyes off the master copy to look at what you are copying. You are being self conscious.

“Fix your eyes on Me, I am your Master, I am in control, relax, I have taken your yoke and done away with it, now take My yoke, for My yoke is easy.”

Father, help me! I pleaded. And with Your infinite patience You told me,

“I am helping you, I am talking to you plainly, and you know I have touched you and made you whole. Quit trying to perfect My work.  Relax and do your work and know that you are doing well.

“Whenever you remember something you have forgotten, realize that I reminded you of it, and that I allow you to forget about certain things for My own reasons, even if you don’t understand My reasons.

“You are not to know everything now because you can’t take it, it will blow your mind.

“Picture yourself as a vessel, but in your human nature you have a narrow mind, the body of your mind is tremendous, but your mind is narrow at the entrance, there is only so much that can go in at one time, that is why I have to pour slowly and gently in order to fill you, and that is why I have to shape you to enlarge your opening so I can fill you.

“Relax about your writing. You will write and you will get published and I will use your writings. That is why I gave you the gift of writing, for you to used it for My esteem and honor. It is not for you to use your gift for your own purposes and gains.

“I’ll do the work, as a matter of fact I have already done it. So don’t worry about anything.

“Take everything in this day an know that My name will be esteemed because you have obeyed and trusted Me and placed Me in the center of your being. Therefore every little flaw in you has been taken care of.  You are a finished work because I am finished—I finished My work when Yahushua suffered for you at the stake!”

More Ponderings In The Early Hours Of This Day …

It’s no good to boast …

Even my ‘I’m nobody’ …

Is a boasting I boast …

Really I’m at a loss!…

For in reality …

And without boasting …

A beautiful vessel …

Withholding …

Beautiful flowers of love …

I am…

By the will & pleasure …

Of the Great I AM …

Thursday, February 28, 2013 at 3:36 am

And now what my Father? …

Are You straitening my crooking? …

O man! A crooked nobody maybe I am …

Probable in my whole life span …

Can You do it my Father? …

Can you straiten & bend …

My crooked fend …

So no more pretend …

And in boasting …

Posting …

That nobody I am? …

Bother of bothers!

Where is the end …

Of my pretend? …

But then …

You—my Father …

know when …

The boasting …

Comes to an ending …

And an honest …

Confession begins …

For truly …

A ‘nobody’ I am …

Without the span …

Of higher …

& mightier …

Education plan …

In the scholarly …

Domain …

That I can pretend …

And boast ‘till the end …

Without amend! …

Yet …

Thanks Your goodness …

My Master …

Thanks Your wisdom …

To keep this nobody …

Hidden & ignored …

By most …

In the posts …

Of mankind …

Am I itching …

My Father …

For mankind …

This nobody to noticed?

O my Father! My Father …

Is there an end …

To Your child’s pretend? …

Yet …

All my pretends …

All my crooks & ends …

You are holding …

And molding …

As You shape this Your child …

In the likes of a vessel …

A beautiful vessel …

Withholding …

beautiful flowers of love …

flowers not mine …

to give …

flowers belonging to You …

and You to whom …

You please You give …

Only withholding …

Your flowers I am …

As I sit in the stand …

Of my life in this land …

On to the first words that Father spoke to this heart of mine some twenty eight years ago on the dawn of my new and higher life under the care & domain of the Most High of the highest Royalty the Royalty of the Great I AM…Those first words…

Wisdom Not Terrestrial …Only Proverbial Wisdom …

This Essay With Much Ardor Is For …The Living Wise …Not Otherwise …That One In Demise …

Thursday, February 28, 2013 at 12:34 am

O my Father …

The arrogance of man is persistent …

Some claim You are non-existent …

Others with a worse claim …

Claim You perhaps to be a feminist …

Out of all the bogus claims …

Of the stuffed heads …

Of the bunch of nincompoops …

This claim is the claim …

That places them …

At the top of the dumbest …

Of the dumbest …

With their stuffed heads …

Full to the brim …

Of crap from within …

Cuckoos …

Ding-a-lings …

Dingbats …

Ding-a-longs …

With the sad song …

Of a featherhead …

Goose …

Doofus …

So confused bunch …

As plucked southerner chickens …

In the frozen hills …

Of the North Pole …

They huddle …

Shivering in the nothingness …

Of their heads stuffed …

At their best …

With the emptiness …

Of this world’s worthless …

Knowledge …

Living the life …

Temporal & fleeting …

Life that sooner or later …

Will come to the tragic end …

Of facing eternity …

Without the Always Existent …

Without the Great I AM …

They are always and persistently …

Denying …

As they are dying …

But of what use is …

To reprove the scorner? …

The simpletons …

Only to reap from them …

Painful bruises …

Hate & disdain …

Abuse ordained …

By their simpleminded …

Condition …

Without remission? …

But this essay with much ardor …

is for …

The wise …

Not otherwise …

Thus says …

Wisdom not terrestrial …

Only Proverbial Wisdom …

As it’s forever written …

Lean on, trust in, and be confident in the Great I AM with all your heart and mind and do not rely on your own insight or understanding.

In all your ways know, recognize, and acknowledge Him, and He will direct and make straight and plain your paths.

Be not wise in your own eyes; reverently fear and worship the Great I AM and turn entirely away from evil. It shall be health to your nerves and sinews, and marrow and moistening to your bones.  Proverbs 3:5-8

Leave off, simple ones—forsake the foolish and simpleminded and live! And walk in the way of insight and understanding. He who rebukes a scorner heaps upon himself abuse, and he who reproves a wicked man gets for himself bruises.

Reprove not a scorner, lest he hate you; reprove a wise man, and he will love you. Give instruction to a wise man and he will be yet wiser; teach a righteous man—one upright and in right standing with the Great I AM and he will increase in learning.

The reverent and worshipful fear of the Great I AM is the beginning—the chief and choice part of Wisdom, and the knowledge of the Great I AM is insight and understanding.

For by me—Wisdom from the Great I AM your days shall be multiplied, and the years of your life shall be increased.

If you are wise, you are wise for yourself; if you scorn, you alone will bear it and pay the penalty.  Proverbs 9:6-12

Psalms Of King David—The Psalmist Of Ancient Times …

Personally Accepted & Absorbed In The Soul Of The Writer Of This Post …

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall remain stable and fixed under the shadow of the Almighty—Whose power no foe can withstand. I will say of Yahuwah, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my Almighty Creator, on Him I lean and rely, and in Him I confidently trust!”

And because I live under His shadow He will deliver me from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly pestilence.  And He will cover me with His pinions, and under His wings shall I trust and find refuge; His truth and His faithfulness are a shield and a buckler to me.

And I shall not be afraid of the terror of the night, nor of the arrow—the evil plots and slanders of the wicked that flies by day, nor of the pestilence that stalks in darkness, nor of the destruction and sudden death that surprise and lay waste at noonday.  Psalms 91:1-5

AS THE hart pants and longs for the water brooks …

so I pant and long for You, O my Master! …

My inner self thirsts for the Almighty Creator of my being …

For the living Almighty …

When shall I come and behold the face …

Of the Almighty Creator of my being? …

My tears have been my food day and night …

While men say to me all day long …

Where is your Almighty? …

These things I earnestly remember …

and pour myself out within me: …

How I went slowly before the throng …

and led them in procession …

to the house of the Almighty Creator of my beings …

like a bandmaster before his band …

timing the steps to the sound of music …

and the chant of song

with the voice of shouting and praise …

a throng keeping festival …

Why are you cast down, O my inner self? …

And why should you moan over me …

and be disquieted within me? …

Hope in the Almighty Creator of our beings …

and wait expectantly for Him …

for I shall yet praise Him

my Help and my Almighty …

O my Master …

my life is cast down upon me …

and I find the burden more than I can bear

therefore will I earnestly remember You …

from the land of the Jordan River

and the summits of Mount Hermon …

from the little mountain Mizar. …

Roaring deep calls to roaring deep …

at the thunder of Your waterspouts …

all Your breakers …

and Your rolling waves …

have gone over me …

Yet my Master will command …

His loving-kindness in the daytime …

and in the night His song shall be with me …

a prayer to the Almighty of my life …

I will say to my Master—my Rock …

Why have You forgotten me? …

Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? …

As with a sword crushing in my bones …

my enemies taunt and reproach me …

while they say continually to me …

Where is your Almighty? …

Why are you cast down, O my inner self? …

And why should you moan over me …

and be disquieted within me? …

Hope in the Almighty Creator of our beings …

and wait expectantly for Him …

for I shall yet praise Him …

Who is the help of my countenance …

and my Almighty.  Psalms 42:1-11

More Ponderings … More Wonderings … Of My Soul In Distress …

Only My Father …My Almighty Creator …Always Lifts Me Out Of Such Mess …

Wednesday, February 27, 2013 at 10:05 am

O my Father …

You have brought me into …

Your Secret Place …

Into Your Presence …

Forever my eternal life …

To live …

You have set me free …

From the doldrums …

The ephemeral …

The fleeting …

And impermanent …

Momentary …

Shifty and passing …

Terrestrial world …

Why are you cast down …

O my inner self? …

And why should you moan over me …

and be disquieted within me? …

Hope in the Almighty Creator …

of our beings and wait expectantly …

for Him …

for I shall yet praise Him …

my Help and my Almighty …

Because He has brought me into …

His Secret Place …

And under the wings …

Of that same Almighty …

I live …

Because …

exactly as it’s written …

By the Psalmist—King David…

So it’s for me—a pauper  …

Not a king…

Please go on to what by the Psalmist it’s written …Psalms

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