Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Friday, January 20, 2017 at 2:15 am
Well, I slept for quite a few hours yesterday. Benn awake since midnight. Been checking emails, comments, replies and all. Now You bring me to record the next post. My life in Your Presence, O my Father—O Father of mine? It’s a wonder! Never know what to do next but! I always do the right thing to do always. Even when it seems I have done wrong, it turns out to be right. So, what am I to post today? Who am I again? Very well, I will pull the files now.
Who Am I? A New Look At Myself For You, My Friend. Who Am I To You & For You.
I Am Not The Rainmaker But? I Carry The Rainmaker Within My Being To Make Rain On The Just & The Unjust.
Thia’s Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Friday, June 10, 2016 at 7:13 pm
Who am I? A new look at myself for you, my friend. Who am I to you & for you.
First of all? I am not the Rainmaker but? I carry the Rainmaker within my being to make rain on the just & the unjust …WOW! What kind of nonsense is yours truly bragging about now? Ha! Read on? This is a good one!
Every single day? Once or twice my inbox is filled with quite a bit of the best of the best information on how to write, format, publish, market and …? Make one’s mark in the best sellers mart.
Me? Read. Pause. Reflect. Where is this one or that one coming from? Father is leading all the way. Father? O my Father, which way am I to go? Wait. Wait. Pause. Reflect to be perfect. So? Back to go. Read. Pause. Reflect. Wait.
Ah! My Father? How long this waiting must go on? Wait. Pause. Reflect and? In that respect? Look to be direct. Look to be direct? In what respect, O my Father, in what respect? Please show me where is it that my look I must direct?
The Rainmaker. To the Rainmaker your look you must direct. Burst into torrents of rain over the entire globe in mode plain to cover the just as well as the unjust!
Saturday, June 11, 2016 at 4:39 am
Those were the thoughts You gave me yesterday. Today? Another day. Another thought. Would it be related somewhat at that? It is somewhat.
Today? The Harvest. The Rainmaker. The Functional. The Dysfunctional. The Globe. The World. Success. Revelry? In the whole? The whole world is marching at the tune of success. From the sky? Up above the clouds so high I hear Your loving voice resounding.
Pause. Reflect. Look around. Do you hear that sound? Hear, thiaBasilia, hear My voice resound. “In the midst of your success, success jolly revelry, O world at large O world! Pause. Reflect. Make haste to collect the rain from the Rainmaker to all directed that have paused & reflected!”
Saturday, June 11, 2016 at 10:44 am
Out there. Alone. Lost. No phone. No money. Not able to speak the language of the people. Where did my people go? Why did they left me behind? The street in front or is it a road? Whatever. The path ahead is desolate yet? I must walk. Walk. Walk ahead. Where are You leading me my Father?
I woke up from that dream not too long ago. I got directions in my inbox in a path that could mean my future to survive the days to come. You led me my Father to call Ahmad. Ahmad is not willing to cooperate with me. What am I to make of all this matter, my Father? I wait on You. That’s the only thing I must do.
Saturday, June 11, 2016 at 11:40 am
It’s the 7th Day of Rest. I feel so desolate my Father. So alone I feel. And? So discouraged with my own self. Why is this recurring dream popping up when I least expect it? Why am I so alone? Why am I left behind? Why no one cares? Why to find me there is no hand?
And Father? Why this thing of goal setting always comes to haunt me? My goal—my aim is set on You and You alone. So? What is Your goal for me? What do You want me to do my Father? How can I determine what is it that You want me to do? I cannot any longer depend on my senses. Even my senses are betraying me. My thoughts. My feelings. My senses. All are unreliable. Likewise, the thoughts, feelings and senses from other sources.
You have set Ahmad over me. I have no doubt that such is Your doing. Even so? Ahmad does not seem to be in any condition to take care of me. What am I to do, my Father? I am weary of waiting. But You know it all. I know that in due time this moment of distress shall be no more! No matter what? I wait on You on our behalf to act.
Saturday, June 11, 2016 at 1:37 pm
Pause. Reflect. I have chosen to follow Yahushua. It’s a lonely road, yet? No regrets. Wherever You lead me I shall follow. No one by my side? They have all left me? No regrets. I will follow You wherever You lead me. Be it to my death. Be it to the pinnacle of a resurrected life as the head not the tail. Wherever You will lead. For wherever You will lead? You will do through me whatever it entails. Such is my hope and? Hope is the evidence of things not yet seen. It never fails.
Saturday, June 11, 2016 at 7:54 pm
So, my Friend? Let’s get back to the beginning of this post. Who am I? A new look at myself for you, my friend. Who am I to you & for you.
I am a follower of Yahushua the Messiah—the One sent by Almighty Yahuwah Father/Creator of the whole Universe and of our beings. I am His messenger to you & for you. His messenger?
Ah! My friend, let me tell you something amusing. How I came into the knowledge of bearing such a label as that of a messenger.
In a few days I shall hit the 77th year mark since my birthday. I have already related this matter before but because my birthday is coming again? I find appropriate to refresh this matter to you, my friend.
I was in South Africa. It was the eve of my 70th birthday. I was to leave S.A. in route to the Land of Jerusalem. I was reading in Jeremiah 29,
For thus says the Master, When seventy years are completed for Babylon, I will visit you and keep My good promise to you, causing you to return to this place.
For I know the thoughts and plans that I have for you, says the Master, thoughts and plans for welfare and peace and not for evil, to give you hope in your final outcome. (Jeremiah 29:10,11)
Hum? Again I questioned, “Who am I?” For an answer? I was led to read in the book of Revelations or the Apocalyptic,
Write therefore the things you see, what they are [and signify] and what is to take place hereafter.
As to the hidden meaning (the mystery) of the seven stars which you saw on My right hand and the seven lampstands of gold: the seven stars are the seven angels (messengers) of the seven assemblies (churches) and the seven lampstands are the seven churches. (Revelation 1:20)
I reread, ‘the seven stars are the seven angels (messengers) of the seven assemblies (churches)’. I thought, ‘angels (messengers)’? Ha! I AM AN ANGEL! I concluded as I roared in laughter of such a thought because of my warped concept of that word!
But truly? In all honesty? Father sent me to these regions of the world as a messenger to His children amidst this jungle of the Middle East.
Even so? To qualify me to deliver His message? He made this region of the world into the wilderness of people for me. Why?
To enter judgment with me and contend with me face to face to prepare or qualify me to deliver His message and?
For the looks of it? It seems to me that Father is satisfied. The lesson is indelible written in my newly created heart and in the mind of Yahushua within that heart of mine.
Now? The answer to “Who am I?” is clear in my mind. I am a messenger delivering His message not only in this region of the world but also to all of His children scattered in the four corners of the earth. Oh? How can this be? Easy. Through the waves of the Internet?
The blogs created by yours truly carrying such message? Swiftly. Effectively. Victoriously the Message travels through the waves of the Net! Destination? The Heart & Mind of each one of you! Such is my hope? A sure thing accordingly to Romans 8.
Here is more to this post. Bear with me.
What or who am I?
It’s not that a kick? Like my Honey used to said. Here I am, dressed in this most peculiar garb, looking like I don’t know or what. Giving out whatever I got to little Shem or to whomever just comes within hearing distance, and! I don’t even know myself what or who I am!
Sometimes Father tells me that I am a fisherman, other times He tells me that I am a hunter, other times that I am His Scribe…then, as I wrote the message of HE WHO HAS EARS LET HIM HEAR! I read the last verse in Revelation chapter 1.
As to the hidden meaning (the mystery) of the seven stars which you saw on My right hand and the seven lampstands of gold: the seven stars are the seven angels (messengers) of the seven assemblies (churches) and the seven lampstands are the seven churches.
I reread, ‘The secret of the seven stars which you saw in My right hand, and the seven golden lampstands: The seven stars are messengers of the seven assemblies, and the seven lampstands which you saw are seven assemblies? Ha! I remembered my poem, “I am a Star, to shine Father Yah’s Love”.
Well, most translations do not translate the starts as messengers. Most translate ‘angels’ instead. Of course, everybody has the most outlandish concept about ‘angels’ and what they are. Now, in the Scriptures latest version it does not say ‘angels’ it says, messengers but! Not many even know such version exists.
Now, Father has been telling me that I am giving out His message with my testimony. So, as I read the Scripture? My poem came to mind. I thought to myself, I guess I am a ‘messenger’—an ‘angel’. Hahaha! Can you imagine that? Thia, the ‘angel? That’s a kick and a half!
But, seriously, what or who am I? I have been asking that question for more years than I can remember. I even wrote my first book with that title. And, through the years, my Father has been most elusive with His answer every time I ask. So, I am going to quit asking such a silly question. I am going on to write about more worthy matters. I am, simply, my Father Yahuwah’s beloved child, and! That’s the best response that anyone can ever get.
The story behind that poem:
Beginning on that morning in the 20th day of the month of June of 1985, my Father in the heavens had made me aware of everything—those things that reflected my life, up to that point. It was now the end of the month of September of 1985. A desire, and longing for a close walk with my Father in the heavens became a flint to light a fire in my soul. I wanted nothing else but to know HIM. With a zeal I had not known before, I sought my Father in the heavens, but! Nightmares and vision-dreams haunted me.
The nightmares and the vision-dreams were driving me up the wall. I knew something was wrong and there was, but, that’s another story, too long to include in this writing. In addition, lots of things were happening in my office and I was helpless—no experience, I was a newbie. That afternoon, I was alone, sitting at my desk without anything to do but to answer the phone. Since I was not busy I decided to write. I picked up my pencil. I wrote in a piece of paper the poem my Father in the heavens inspired me to write,
I Am A Star To Shine Father Yah’s Love
When I was a little girl, out of the clear blue sky I used to tell my grandmother that I was going to be a movie star.
That idea had to come out of the clear blue sky because there were not around any TV sets or movie houses or such, in fact, we didn’t even have electricity in that beautiful hole in Guatemala C.A. where I was born.
It must have been Father Yah telling me even then, that I was to be a Star.
Father Yah had always been one step ahead of me and I thought I was never going to catch up with Him.
Then one day he took me by the hand and gently tugged me so that I would catch up to His step.
But, I, because of circumstances could not catch up with His step. So, he pulled me by the hand for it was necessary that I would catch up with Him, but, I, thinking that he was angry stumbled and fell.
So, He picked me up in His arms and carried me. Because I was angry and hurt I never noticed that he had carried me, before he placed me down to see if I could walk.
But no, I could not walk, I couldn’t walk at all. So, He took me back in His arms and lovingly carried me.
And the mountains were high, and the valleys were deep; the seasons came and the seasons went, and with the seasons along came bad weather, good weather, sunny days, cloudy skies, and the storms of rain and sleet, and ice and snow, and the flood came, and along came death to my body.
Then Father Yah put my drowned body on the cross with his Son, under the flood of the Blood and my spirit he placed in the wings of the Holy Spirit.
So, out of the flood of the Blood my body came alive and in the wings of the Holy Spirit my spirit soared.
So, in the wings of the Holy Spirit my spirit soared far, far beyond the sky, and in the firmament my spirit shone with Father Yah’s love like a shiny star.
So Father Yah did make me a Star, far greater than a movie star; a Star to shine His glory, a Star to display His beam of love.
I am a Star, I am a Star, praise be to Father Yah, I am a Star to shine His love!”
Thanks for your visit. His love in my heart for all, thiaBasilia.