The Point. What Is The Point? What Am I Doing? Twiddling My Thumbs, Messing With Words And Ideas To Find None Existent Answers? NAY! Read On …

doofusJournal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Wednesday, October 19, 2016 at 12:17 am
Again, O my Father—O Father of mine, again Your timing is just amazing to me. On this midnight hour I find myself into Tim Miller’s posts. Tim just started following me. I just started following Tim. Or, are we following the One giving to us the anchor that is to sustain us in the near future days that have already started in the most subtle way? Here is a quote from his post, Help us Endure,

There are no answers, and answers are not the point. The point is that there’s a suffering person over there who’s wondering what you’re doing, twiddling your thumbs and messing with words and ideas.
In other words: stop talking, writing, thinking, and trying to quantify; stop trying to organize, stop bickering amongst religions and denominations, and stop putting down other scriptures with your own; stop trying to make sense, stop trying to systematize, stop refusing every one and every thing that doesn’t fit with what you believe.
Stop all of it and find meaning despite the lack of sense and reason and organization for so many things, and simply care, simply help, simply help us all endure.

Wow! Exactly the message from the Father/Creator to His wayward children scattered in the four corners of these earthly grounds.
Wednesday, October 19, 2016 at 1:05 am
Well, this day is marching on. Me? Been marching all over the email replies hoping to make some sense of all that is going on. Sheer nonsense! No need to make sense of the nonsense that surrounds us all. Meaning in whatever state I am is all it counts. Meaning?

2. An interpreted goal, intent, or end: “The central meaning of his pontificate is to restore papal authority” (ConorCruise O’Brien).
3. A sense of importance or purpose: When he became a teacher, he felt that his life had meaning.

Alright, now the question is, how did I come to such meaning in whatever state am I? Not by my own power or cleverness, that’s for sure. But, meaning in whatever state I am is now ingrained within my being by the power of love from on high, period. No merit of my own whatsoever. All doings of the Father/Creator for His good reason that I do not understand. Therefore, I am not going to explain. Father knows best.
BTW There comes a time, a worst of times in our lives when we tend to lose faith and question even the existence of our Creator. I am going through such times. Like the human that I am, I questioned my Father/Creator. Why not? His Presence is within my being. He is real to me by all means & purposes. I do not understand or I cannot brag about understanding or knowing Him but, He knows me better than I know myself. That’s not a brag. That’s the fact according to His written words.
So, what am driving at? I am driving at the fact that I am living by Tim’s words only, by the power of love from on high. Honestly, it is only by such a power that one can,


“Stop all of it and find meaning despite the lack of sense and reason and organization for so many things, and simply care, simply help, simply help us all endure.”
Indeed, I simply care. Why? Because that’s the way it is by the design & purpose of our Creator as per His words to me quoted in previous posts,

Do you see it My child? Pause. Reflect. O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart, by all means pause & reflect on the very moment of your creation. During the course of the last seven years I have restored your being. Actually, I have implanted My written words within you to produce LIFE & STRENGTH to live accordingly to My will & desire for you to live by!
LIFE & STRENGTH to live the life that you are now experiencing is the HARVEST and the most valuable product that you have to offer to My children. LIFE & STRENGTH to withstand even the most strenuous of circumstances that this world can handle to you.
The hardship you and Ahmad are experiencing at the moment is not from Me. Remember, you have an enemy who aims to destroy you by all means available. To tempt you with doubt and distrust of My Being is the greatest weapon that enemy has used to seduce My children from the beginning.

But why do I allow the enemy to so harass both of you? For My own valid reasons to temper your characters. Your character must be tempered to withstand the most gruesome of circumstances. For the times are coming when the strength of your character will avail big time in the restoration of My children. My ways are higher than the ways & reasoning of the human mind. Even so, no matter what the enemy throws at you, it is written,

Behold, they may gather together and stir up strife, but it is not from Me. Whoever stirs up strife against you shall fall away to you.
Behold, I have created the smith that blows on the fire of coals, and who produces a weapon for its purpose, and I have created the devastator to destroy.
But no weapon that is formed against you shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against you in judgment you shall prove to be in the wrong.
This peace, righteousness, security, triumph over opposition—is the heritage of the servants of Master Yahuwah those in whom the ideal Servant of Master Yahuwah is reproduced.
This is the righteousness or the vindication which they obtain from Me, this is that which I impart to them as their justification, says Master Yahuwah.

O thiaBasilia—O child of My heart, do not look around you and fear. Instead, look around you and be blessed with all the goodness that surrounds you. Rejoice & be glad! Freely share your joy by all means available to you. Remember, I delight in your obedience. My delight in your obedience is your strength.

Well, I repeated myself. Am I trying to justify my doings? Perhaps. For I question myself with Tim’s admonishing,

In other words: stop talking, writing, thinking, and trying to quantify; stop trying to organize, stop bickering amongst religions and denominations, and stop putting down other scriptures with your own; stop trying to make sense, stop trying to systematize, stop refusing everyone and everything that doesn’t fit with what you believe.

Am I guilty of any of it all? I am. Indeed! As a human being I am guilty of it all but, by George and to my own surprise, I no longer live as a regular human being. No kidding. Better yet, no need for me to continue talking, writing, thinking, and trying to quantify.
Though that I am not a mindless twit, my Father has clearly admonished me to stay out of other people’s business. But I am rambling on. All of that has already been stated. I quit.

His love in my heart for all, thiaBasilia.

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6 thoughts on “The Point. What Is The Point? What Am I Doing? Twiddling My Thumbs, Messing With Words And Ideas To Find None Existent Answers? NAY! Read On …

    1. Child! You made my day! I just about given up on anyone paying a wit of mind to all the amazing treasure from Father that I share with all.But, Father always lets me take a peak at someone’s heart to rejoice at His work in that heart! Hahaha! HalleluYah! Much love, let me hear from you again. No kidding, I miss His children. Much love. 🙂

      1. I can’t stop smiling, and I mean from my heart as well. I’m face with a strange predicament. Where I live, I don’t have access to the internet. I say “strange” because it is. Nevertheless, let me just say, I still blessed to have a roof over my head. So I reveal my partial frustration to you to let you know why I’m taking so long to reply to your comment. I’m so glad my comment was a blessing to you as well. I will do my best to remain a faithful visitor to your blog. God bless!

      2. Ha! My Internet was cut for two long days! I pitched a fit with my Father. He rewarded me with His peace that surpasses all human understanding. Also I was blessed with my deciding moment:
        Talking to my Father:
        The way I am feeling right now? Perhaps as empty and depressed as that house looked. I cannot continue writing about dreams, O my Father—O Father of mine, You know it. There is no evidence or proof that in fact You are speaking to me. The only indication to this moment is that I am still the same as I used to be—Bipolar. Unless You prove to me that it is not so, I cannot continue writing. I’ll just stay right here and see what my fate shall be. Whatever, I am 77 years old so I should have long to wait for my death.
        You know that I am not looking for fame & fortune. By no means I intent to promote things to satisfy the carnal self. All I want is to promote the message that You have for the whole world. I can do that with humor. I can do it with poetry. I can do it with challenging articles to get Your children populating this world to reconsider their way. I can do it sharing my journal. I can do all of it by Your power of love from on high, through the medium You are making available for me—The Reader’s Digest Magazine. Otherwise, I do not want to do anything at all.
        Ha! It just came to me. You did speak to me in that dream. You made me see how empty and depressive it is to be somebody of importance like a school principal in this dirty and empty world that we inhabit. I cringe at the thought of becoming somebody of importance in this world by the power of the human mind. So? That’s how You made me come to my deciding moment as I wrote it above. Hahaha! HalleluYah!
        Wow! My deciding moment. Let it go on record. Today, Wednesday, October 26, 2016 at 3:38 pm my deciding moment came to pass. From here on up, the power of love from on high shall take me to the highest peak where I can freely commune with You alone, O my Father—O Father of mine, just like Yahushua did when He walked among man.

        Isn’t that something?

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