Silence is our defense. We are abused. There is no respect for our golden years. Evil times have made hideous cartoons of our once beautiful bodies. Programmed minds have destroyed not only our bodies, but our potential as well as our morals. We are the victims of well-meaning trained health care givers set up by the Government in power..
Unfortunately, we are all under the authority of the powers of hell. What are we to do? We are to quit complaining, asking for help, demanding anything. We are to sit still, and, wait. What? Have I lost my mind? No. I have not lost anything.
Reality! I Have Found It All at Once …
Yes, this is about my journey. It was October 21, 1986. Over a year since June 20, 1985. A remarkable change began on the 20th day of June 1985, which I chose as the first chapter of my Autobiography. The change started on that glorious morning. It was slow, it was a change from within that goes on perpetually.
It’s now Monday, October 21, 2024, at 4:09 am. How interesting it to find myself in the exact predicament today as it was that day some 38 years ago. O well! What can I say? The way my children and good friends and care givers treat me drive me bananas. I could just smack them a good one and send them flying to the moon if only I had the strength to do so.
It’s a good thing that I fear their power to condemn me to a home and let the government take my SS check, force me to take all those chemicals, reprogram my mind to OBEY! I tremble! I weep for days. I quit eating. I am determined to help myself by showing them I can help myself! Then? …
The Power of Silence …
Phew! What a relief! What’s the sense to retaliate? It only shows my stupidity. Have I not learned to be still, to wait in these many years of misery? Of course I have learned. I don’t need to explain. Let the power of my silence restore the joy of my Creator within my heart.
The Joy of My Creator? …
Surely! I’m so joyful as I travel on the bright road to Kingdom land and I’m living so my life so Yahushua might shine! There! I’ll wait for the next time to post. Lov, thia.
It’s now Thursday, March 21, 2024, at 8:16 pm. I need to quit and sleep. I need to work on my business cards. O well! Here I am on Friday, March 22, 2024, at 10:36 am. I think I have almost accomplished the effect I want in my new crest. Now what? Diana gave me a fancy keyboard. It is really nice, only I need to learn how to use it, but right now I am heading for bed on Friday, March 22, 2024, at 8:36 pm.
This keyboard works.
Of course it works!!!
Thanks a million!
It All Began with Don Miguel …
All things are working on our Almighty Creator’s loving will and on His timing. I am looking forward to whatever develops on this 7th Day of Rest. Time now, Saturday, March 23, 2024, at 4:01 am.
This Is the Present to Begin My New Life …
In the present, some 65 years later to begin my new life after the brief recollection only mentioned as the steppingstone into my present future. So much to consolidate the 84 years of my earthly presence, but it is all coming together for good use. I remain attuned to the inner voice within my being.
Here I am! …
I have been up since about 2:14 am on Sunday, March 24, 2024. Yesterday I met a delightful one Jacqueline. I am looking forward to establishing a friendship with her. I am so intense in creating new graphics for the new approach to my posting as per the new perspective is now established for me. It’s now 6:12 am on Sunday, March 24, 2024, looking forward not backwards.
What’s The Scoop? …
A dysfunctional journey timely turning out functioning full speed ahead. I repeat, so much to consolidate the 84 years of my earthly presence, but it is all coming together for good use. I remain attuned to the inner voice within my being on Sunday, March 24, 2024, at 10:50 am.
Created To Be Loved to Love.
Functional roots stemming from the Word.
A Dysfunctional Family’s Journey …
A saga of interest … I am beginning to get a hold of what I am supposed to do. But it is now Sunday, March 24, 2024, at 8:45 pm, time to hit the sack. It’s now Monday, March 25, 2024, at 12:44 am. I am up. This is one more day of surprises. Going to the foot doctor. Maybe Jacqueline shows up to get acquainted. Who knows? It’s Monday, March 25, 2024, at 7:31 am and I am already tense, frustrated in the depth of despair whether I want to admit it or not. Why not after 7 hours of futile search for what seems to be non-existent elusive files. Is enough to curse!
Well? All Is Well Again, So Glad! …
It’s now Monday, March 25, 2024, at 6:32 pm. This really was a day for surprises, the first surprise the long visit from Jacqueline, truly delighted to find such a loving person. Then? It was not the foot doctor I was to visit. I went to an Ear Nose & Throat specialist. Met a delightful doctor and staff. Soon I’ll be able to be set up with a hearing aid to fit my hearing problems. Then? I received my lifeline device in case I fall or have an emergency. But I think I will not be able to work on the business cards before I crash in bed.
What Shall It Be Today, I Wondered …?
Reading the information on the events that are prophesied to happen now and, in the future, makes me wonder but, I remain still and waiting for the voice within my being to lead me forward and steady to that future the Master Creator of everything in existence has reserved not just for me but for all and every individual child of His beloved family roaming in the 4 corners of this earth.
No, I Am Not a Witch or A Psychic by Far …
Much less a doom sayer. But I am gifted with knowledge beyond what the human mind can conceived. Some consider me to be a prophet, but I do not consider myself to be so. So? What do I consider myself to be? That’s a good question that I have not come up with quite the right response to. But really? Is it not enough to know what I am not? And how do I know what I am not? By the preponderance of the evidence, I know what I am not.
What Evidence?
The fact that I am not in any way shape or form able to come up with performing miracles or the magic tricks such persons in that lot of life perform. Can you imagine me coming up with a magic wand turning a frog into a prince?
What I Know for Sure Is That …?
O well! But one thing I know for sure is that I am a blessed child of my Heavenly Father. He has given me at this point of my journey here on these earthly grounds as those exist right now, the evidence of the abundance He has promised to me since 1985. Chee-Whiz! That was a long sentence! Anyhow, this was also a long scoop! I’ll continue in the next scoop. lov, thiaBasilia.
Encouraging me to start my day free of vile. Some are quite troublesome. Some are gruesome. Anyhow? Most of the time, whichever way the things I think about while I’m washing dishes or walking or eating or socializing do not fit with the world at large. So I pray, not regular repetitious prayers, what I mean is that I talk to the Almighty Creator of our beings no matter what I am thinking or whatever the circumstances may be as per Matthew 6:5-8 & 1 Thessalonians 5:17-25.
I Do Whatever Like Everybody Else Do …
In other words, I socialize. But for the life of me I can’t help but see the futility of it all. Of course, the things I have been recording, the things I talk about are preposterous, yet? I am aware that such is only an appearance of human thinking. Even so? I was troubled about the matter not knowing what to do about it.
Funny thing, upon reflection on the matter?
A message popped in the inbox.
“The way you speak to yourself matters. Smile. Sparkle. Shine. It is not about who you impress. It is about who you impact. What is meant for you will make its way to you. Be YOURSELF.
How Neat! Exactly What I Have Been Knowing For A Long Time …
Yes, I know who I am. I know what to do. I know how to do it. The beauty of it all? I haven’t got the slightest how I know it all!
Bed: Wednesday, July 26, 2023, at 7:14 pm.
Up: Wednesday, July 26, 2023, at 10:15 pm.
Date & time now: Thursday, July 27, 2023, at 12:34 am.
That’s The Problem! Bless My Heart …
Because I haven’t got the slightest how I know it all, I despair. Fear & doubt knocks at my door. I become despondent. I lose my cool. The tears flow. Smile, Sparkle, Shine? Gone!
What’s wrong with you?
Take a deep breath!
Drink water!
Eat!
Take the pill!
You got to change your ways!
Poor Soul That I’m …
But only at times. Times when I guess I ‘been deceived. I got to be normal like everybody else!. I cringe! Down, down under the brown ground I almost plunge, suddenly! Like magic, up, up I go! Like the eagles mounting up closer to that One Wo loves so. Smile, Sparkle, Shine again like never before.
And That’s What The World Calls ‘Bipolar’ …
No problem anymore. I am proud to be able to appreciate the North/South poles. Better yet, as I posted a long time ago,
Quote:
We, ‘Bipolars’ are the envy of the town. Whether up or down? We can keep the audience in derision. Gloom or glee? We can operate in both poles—North or South. Why not?
Positive and Negative? The two extremes captivating the human attention and retention. Bipolar! The doctor concludes. The Big Pharma? “I think I need a bigger box!” with glee explodes, and?
The wacky journey on this valley of death that we call ‘life’ begins in all earnest. The Bipolar, schiz, manic depressive amidst? O well! I top the list.
POSITIVE versus NEGATIVE Connect the two and you will find the battery that runs this machine of the world that we inhabit!
What about me? Me? I am BIPOLAR! I run in either pole! Rather I can make people run away from or to me in either pole! Ha! Ha! HalleluYah!
Humor instead of anger is my own conclusion not at all an illusion! Done fix myself a logo with my ‘brand’ new motto. Isn’t beautiful?
Soon, very soon, sooner than our human minds complicated state? Sooner than our fancy imaginations can fancy? The Loving Father Creator of our beings will shout and sing, “Death, where is your sting?” End of quote.
No Kidding! Freedom Is Not Just A Feeling …
Nor is it knowledge. It is not what we say it is from our engaging memories. The truth? It is useless to define the etherealness of freedom, love, and many other words I used to so flippantly defined. Mea culpa. But the experience of such words? Dumbfounded! But delighted!
Meantime and until the next post? Lov to all, thia.
