Here We Go! Should I Repeat? The Timing I’ll Be Minding …

It Is Only In Your Timing The Silver Lining Finding …

Repeat! Don’t Quit! …

But Master? I been repeating—for years I been repeating! What is the use? Your people is stuck in their ways like mules in a mud pile. It’s Tuesday, December 22, 2020 at 4:34 am I am going back to bed.

Ah! What Is This That I Am Hearing? …

Are You rebuking or encouraging me? Don’t You see? You quicken me to click here or there to find whatever I don’t know but what I find?

  • Hum! I find Your people following each other by the thousands and You?
  • Just an object for discussion and expressions of opinions by the zillions.

What About You? What About Your Perfect Plan Of Restoration? …

Ha! I dare not to disclose Your expression and confession while in bed I tried to forget but You won’t me let to forget. So up the covers flung! I can sleep later. Let me see what is with Thee, how You shall deal with me.

“O thiaBasilia—O Child Of My Heart? Honest to goodness! You are a trip on the strip! You have a short span memory when it comes to My doings with and for you. For that matter?

You are no different than the rest of My rebellious children when it comes to My ways and My thoughts, but! You amuse Me. O how You amuse Me way over what your imagination can conceive.

In spur moments of frustration with the least of the inevitable daily oppressions? You fling the thing with a loud ring to Me you fling! Guess what? I don’t duck. I give you much slack. Why at that?

My greatly beloved thiaBasilia, you really are My precious jewel. No matter how you fling anything the fact is? You come to Me just like I ask of thee. Remember My words in Isaiah 1:18”

  • Come now, and let us reason together, says the Master. Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall be like wool.

Your sins? Your sins remain in your human nature.

They remain to remind thee without Me?

No good could ever come from thee.”

I Got It! O I Got It My Master! Yes! I Do! You? Amused With My Short Fuse? …?

“O yes! That I am! Amused With your Short Fuse. Why? Alright! Today is My day to let you in the thing to ring in the span of these earthly grounds. This ring shall resonate in the ears of My children roaming lost on such grounds.

But how is this thing to ring so far ajar for all to come in? Ah! My child hold on to your sit. I will tell you about it. Indeed! Like a motion picture each one of your lives is now playing in the greatest movie house in existence—the movie house of My dormant nature within each one of your hearts, but!

Pause. Reflect My child. How is this thing to ring in the Internet from within your heart for those lacking access to the Internet?

Yes! I know how you recoil at the thought to amalgamate My sacred doings in your life with the worldly mundane noise at rampart nowadays.

Fear not! I shall direct it all to the greatest effect in the souls of each individual child of Mine. Remember, at this time of the age of mankind I am addressing the individual not the multitude.

The time is coming for the multitude of billboards all over the world shall announce:

  • ‘Ahmad & thiaBasilia? What A Pair!
  • Now Playing in the movie house of each local.
  • The Motion Picture Of The Year!!!

And The Rest? Shall Not Repeat. History Shall No Longer Repeat …

Eternity shall never end.

Shall never quit!

Shall you be in the limelight?

Indeed You Be! But Not In Any Way That Limelight On thee. It shall be on ME! …

For openers, what do I have for you to publish next? Direct the readers to each link to the posts that shall be included in The Motion Picture Of The Year!!! Next?

Be still. Let go of all your preconceived ideas of what or how I shall develop the matter. Wait.

I Am Still On My Throne. No One. Not A Thing. Nothing At All Can My Being Dethrone …

For the moment? Go on to create the graphic to illustrate the grand event in My plan for the near future. I am never late not tardy.” End of Your words for now.

It Is Done! …

Tuesday, December 22, 2020 at 9:55 am. Working on illustration. Not doing too good. Can’t grasp Your leading on it. I know You’ll show me soon enough. It’s now Tuesday, December 22, 2020 at 3:31 pm. Here are some of the links to be included in the Motion Picture of the Year!

I looked at myself in the mirror …

A Matter of Your Sovereign Authority

Wonderfully Free Of The Fears

Living free from fears

The Nightmare Had Begun! But

The fear of man. the fear of failure. the fear of

Finally It Is Done! Thank You …

Bed 6:29 pm on Tuesday, December 22, 2020. Slept until 2 or 3 am. Woke up thinking about the stimulus check. It made me feel somewhat disgusted with myself thinking about money instead of enjoying You and Your Presence altogether. Next?

My Mind In The Gutter …?

Mercy! O mercy my Master! Get me out! Lift me up! Deliver me from the gutter of my greed for money and material things lurking and popping insidiously against my will. O wretched one that I am!

  • I don’t celebrate Christmas anymore, but I sure keep checking the emails for Christmas gifts, and?
  • How soon will I get that stimulus check, and?
  • Will anyone donate money through PayPal or?
  • When? How? All that money You promised will I see, and?
  • What am I going to get when I get any money, and?
  • The list churning in my mind in the gutter goes on!
  • Disgusting! Disturbing! And?
  • What else, my Master?
  • I am so ever disgusted with my own self!
  • The worst?
  • Reading stories on the ultimate good on these earthly grounds just make feel even more aware of my own wicked selfishness.
  • Countless are the stories of good hard working unselfish people being rewarded but me?
  • my Master help! Let me quit this line of my own selfishness that’s forever with me.
  • Even worst?
  • I think I don’t get anything that I wish for because of that selfishness is evident to all but to me.
  • And YOU?
  • Where are You in this gutter I find myself in?
  • Get me out! Lift me up from the gutter my Master help me is my shrilling cry on this moment at 5:57 am on the dawn of this Wednesday, December 23, 2020.
  • Silence all around. But the faint sound of the heather pouring out some heat that is not even warming me up. How strange. Looking to my left, to my right. Looking up. Looking down. To my front. All in place. All in order. Wy the disorder in my mind? How strange.

Pausing. Reflecting. What Am I Expecting? …

Ha! What am I expecting? It is now Wednesday, December 23, 2020 at 7:44 am. Again, what am I expecting? The truth? You know it my Master.

  • I am expecting only goodness, mercy, and unfailing love to follow me all the days of my life, and?
  • Through the length of my days Your house, Your Presence to be my dwelling place now and forever!

All That Junk In The Gutter Of My Mind …?

Nonrelevant! The gutter is the gutter not to matter in the skim of Your perfect plan to win the love and respect from children soon to come into effect.

Wow! And It All Rhyming With The Ring That Shall Ring The Victory Win O Death Where Is Your Sting …?

Until the next update?

Your crystal pure love now in my heart for all. thiaBasilia.