Author: thiaBasilia

I'm an inspirational writer—in the daily journal of my life lived in the Presence of the Almighty Creator of our beings I write about Truth & Life: eternal as well as temporal life. I am not into any kind of religion, crusade, group or the likes at all! For no one can find Truth or Life eternal in such way. So I am blogging this matter in the journal of my life for all to see the reflection of both lives as I record the daily interchange between my Maker & I.

A Starry Night Shines In Our Darkness ….?

Journal—An Ongoing Dialog Between thiaBasilia And Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …

Thursday, July 19, 2018 at 9:40 am.

A Humorous Saga Before This Profound Message Is In Order ….?

O my Precious Father! I hit the gold mine with that headline! For sure! That headline? Will open many minds! WOW!

Father? You sure know Your doings, but! I am so glad for Your wisdom to only disclose to me Your doings one day, even one moment at a time in line.

You tell me I am into the most fabulous time of my life, and? I believe You. I smile big time.

So glad! So complete! So sure of living a fabulous life? I head to the bathroom. I get to the sink to brush my teeth. Suddenly!  A roach disrupts my smile. Grrrr!

Fabulous? What kind of fabulous is this, my Father? I missed the varmint. It disappeared. Where did it go? Peace? Nay, my Father! Is time to panic!

That big ugly thing will infest my beautiful penthouse You gifted to me. Then what? What’s so fabulous about that?

O well! This is not the end of the world, but! it sure feels like it, my Father. Do something. Don’t let that varmint get to me.

I head back to my sleeping spot. What? There is that varmint trying to get under my bed! Oh NO! I can’t get to it. What to do? Father HELP!

It comes to me. My cleaning solution I concocted the other day. That ought to fix that wicked thing.

Quickly! I get the container, and? Flung it missing the target, the varmint escaped again!

Almost in tears? I grabbed my bed cloth making sure the thing had not climbed to it. I put it all in the center of the bed. I began to search.

Aha! There is that varmint trying to crawl on the wall. Let me drench the rest of that solution maybe it’ll work. Did it? Couldn’t figure out what else to do.

I sat in front of this computer. Began to compose myself. Suddenly! I burst in laughter! Fabulous? To let a miserable roach terrified me?

Alright! Let me share this horror with Ahmad. After all? He’s supposed to take care of these things for me.

“Ahmad! Come quickly! A roach in my place! Come help me! That roach is under my bed! Come! Quickly, come!”

Ahmad? He laughed himself silly! Told me all kinds of things about roaches and how they’ll get to me, until? He had to go back to work, and?

I sat there for a minute, then? Somehow, I turned sideways to check the mess I made with the solution. WHAT? There! In the puddle was the varmint on its back—dying!

I smiled, nay! I heartily laughed with thanksgiving in my heart. O my Father? You sure got a sense of humor.

My Loving Father Is In Control Even Of The Funky Roaches! Thank Goodness.

What a fun way to let me know that You are in control even of roaches, ants, flies, and the whole gamut of pesty things that so disturb my peace.

It’s now Thursday, July 19, 2018 at 10:59 am. It’s been fun writing all of that, but! Before writing my fabulous adventure with Mr. Intruder Roach?

I created the graphic to deliver the message for today. What’s that message? One full of hope for our soon to see future.

A Starry Night Shines In Our Darkness ….?

The night has set in. Darkness is dense in a sense, but! Besides the dimmed starts? There is the Eternal Light in our hearts.

Eternal Light?

Indeed! The Light of a Loving Father shinning in our hearts. The Light of His words under our feet leading us all home where we belong.

Can You Believe It?

No matter. Whether you or me or the devil himself believe it or not? Nothing! Nothing whatsoever can separate us from that Loving Father’s heart.

Do you see that empty chair by the entrance of that cozy cabin? Do you see the light shining in the window? Do you see the fire of welcome?

That Loving Father? He has it ALL ready. He’s been sitting in that chair for a long time waiting, waiting, waiting, until?

The appointed time. That time is here. The child is coming. Far off that Loving Father spots His long-gone child coming back.

He rises to the occasion. The child has arrived! With opened arms that Loving Father exclaims,

“Welcome Home

Where You Belong My Daughter/ My Son!”

Meantime and until the next post? His love in my heart for you dear Reader and for all? Stays there in my heart to stay for eternity, your sister.


What is a Covenant ….?

Journal—An Ongoing Dialog Between thiaBasilia And Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …

Tuesday, July 17, 2018 at 12:33 am.

A Loving Father Watches Over Me Despite….?

O my Beloved Father, it’s past midnight again! What am I doing? Just perusing around the couple of likes from one of the sites I posted on.

Again, what am I doing? Nothing really. You know I am to post in the other sites, but! You also know that I need to go to sleep. I wonder.

O well! Let me get up, close the door, and go to bed, and? Let You do the rest for the best!

Tuesday, July 17, 2018 now at 6:17 am.

Thanks, my Father! Five hours of sleep did me good. Despite my painful body. Despite the wondering of the wicked human within me?

I remain steady under Your loving control. You always lead me in the right way to go no matter how that way looks to me.

I Never Fancy This Kind Of Certainty Amid My Uncertainty ….?

The posting is done. I will now go for another version of the cover yet. It feels like I am wasting my time. Am i obsessed with this thing about graphics? Nay! My father’s way for the day….?

You have Your reason for all that comes to me to do. So? I quit my bickering. I’m going on as per whatever it comes to me do. Wow!

I never fancy this kind of certainty amid my uncertainty. What a mystery—one of those hidden things in Your sacred covenant with us.

Your Covenant? What Is It ….?

Phew! There is a book I considered to be the best at one point of my journey, but! O my Father! How awesome! How simply You clarify all the bests of my past. What came to me this morning?

Pondering. Reflecting. What is it that You are doing with my life? You are now showing Your covenant and revealing to me its deep, inner -meaning.

But why now, my Father You are showing and revealing these things to me? I thought You had already taught me about Your covenant.

I Thought I Knew ….?

I remember the amazing time when I first learned about Your covenant in Don Esposito’s book, the Chosen People.

What a book! I ate it, and? Fed it to many in previous writings. I thought Don Esposito worthy of my following and learning from him.

How Did I Learn Obedience ….?

Ha! Behold! That wicked human being within me! How easily I fell into the trap! Following man not Yahushua Messiah—my Redeemer, but!

You knew all about it, my Beloved Father. You let me experience those years of following man instead of Yahushua. Why? Simple. I had to learn obedience by the things I suffered while following mankind.

What Caused Me To Alienate Myself From My Family, From My Friends ….?

Now? Even yesterday, now? You are showing and revealing to me the things that the wicked human being within me grabbed on to in the past.

Those things that caused me to alienate myself from my family and my friends. Those things that almost cost me my physical life period!

Wow! And why now, my Father? You already answered me in the previous post.

I Am Standing At The Entrance Of The Most Fabulous Time Of My Life …. ?

Ha! How in this precarious existence of my being can I not wonder and ponder about this matter, my Father?

How can I sit still? How can I wait with patience and composure for You to materialize this fabulous time of my life?

I’ll take a break. I’ll see what You’ll do to answer my wonderings of this morning.

The Fabulous Answer ….?

Wednesday, July 18, 2018 at 3:10 am.

O my Father? It’s not about money. It’s not about anything materialistic. It’s all about You—about Your ways.

  • About learning to respect and appreciate Your love.
  • All about respecting, appreciating Your unfathomable wisdom.

Wow! That’s The Answer! I Already Live A Fabulous Life In My Father’s Presence ….?

It’s a fabulous thing to be chosen by You for no merit of my own. My Life?

  1. So remarkable as to elicit disbelief: amazing, astonishing, astounding, fantastic, fantastical, incredible, marvelous, miraculous, phenomenal, prodigious, stupendous, unbelievable, wonderful, wondrous.
  2. Particularly excellent: divine, fantastic, fantastical, glorious, marvelous, sensational, splendid, superb, terrific, wonderful.
  3. Informal: dandy, dreamy, great, ripping, super, swell, tremendous.
  4. Slang: cool, groovy, hot, keen, neat, nifty.
  5. Idiom: out of this world.
  6. Of or existing only in myths: legendary, mythic, mythical, mythologic, mythological.

Yes! Indeed! What an amazing answer to my wonderings of yesterday’s morning.

O but Your ways are beyond my human ability of understanding, but! Absolutely no need to continue trying to understand!

Yesterday? At The Entrance.

Today? Inside. Wow!

No human—including the human within me or devil roaming the grounds of this insanity ridden world can any longer rattle my cage.

My Cage? What Cage?

The pitiful cage of this body of mine. The bars of my thoughts and feelings of defeat and despair, bickering, complaining.

Yes! My body, mind, and feelings have prevailed to make my life miserable, but!

Behold! The Power Of Your Love & Wisdom From On High Drenched Upon Us All.

Your Love. Your Wisdom, O Mighty One? Never Fails. It Always Avails!

I bear witness in my soul of that love. I bear witness in my soul of that wisdom. The Power Of Your Love & Wisdom are recorded in the pages of, The Family—A—True Story—My Story.


  • A Life To Impact The Globe With Hope….
  • Dysfunctional Mother—Bipolar Depression Schizophrenia
  • The Family Restored!
  • Conquered worries. Overcame sorriest. Became Functional.
  • The Family Restored!
  • Not for Sale. A Gift from Above With Much Love. Enjoy!
  • Not For Sale. Not For Free. Price? The Price Of Your Attention To The Author’s Intention ….
  • Motto: RESULTS TALKS–HUMOR Instead Of ANGER Is No Longer Stranger!
  • Enthralling. Liberating. Powerful!
  • Past? Dysfunctional Present? WOW!
  • Bipolar Depression Schizophrenia? What’s your label?
  • Scratch them all. One way. You will find it.
  • Mentally Ill? Conquer your worries. Overcome your sorriest
  • Candid Thoughts. Brutally Honest. Strong Character.
  • Worth its price in gold.
  • She Scratched her labels–conquered her worries–overcame her sorriest.
  • We were a Family.
  • A Dysfunctional one, but!
  • A Loving Family we were. We still are …
  • RESULTS TALKS–HUMOR Instead Of ANGER Is No Longer Stranger!
  • Now really is the time. Surf!
  • You’ll find the way to soar like eagles soar high up to the Presence of our Creator.
  • We were a Family. A Dysfunctional one, but! A Loving Family we were. We still are …

The Plan Of Restoration To The Original Intent For Our Creation Is In Effect

  • To Be Loved.
  • To Love.
  • Your Cherish Family O Mighty One? Forever To be!

That, my dear Reader is what my life is all about—the most fabulous time of my life in the Presence of the Almighty Father/Creator of our beings.

Until the next post? His love in my heart for you dear Reader and for all? Stays there in my heart to stay for eternity, your sister.

Solution To Man’s Parading Of Life….

Not by my might but by His Might

I Will Share This Most Important Matter In All Means Available In The Internet And Otherwise.

Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …

Saturday, July 15, 2017 at 9:20 am

What a day this is turning out to be! Complete rest in You my Beloved Father. You have brought me into Your rest. And on this 7th day of the week, You are fully confirming such rest. What a blessing.

It started out with a comment from Matthias:

mathias sager July 15, 2017 at 11:23 am

Just saw your post and as somebody who also still knows what a floppy disk is, it is an especially fun article. Humour is a vital help, if not a fundamental way of how to dance through life, for sure!

I finished commenting and posting. Checking emails, I was quickened to click on Medium headline: “50 Ways To Live On…

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This Is What’s Happening At The Neck Of My Woods. Curious? ….


Saturday, July 14, 2018 at 9:10 am.

Not Feeling Good At All, But! ….?

Father? Here I am at last! Been up since way early this morning, but! You know how and what I was feeling and thinking. Not too good!

I was not thinking or feeling like I used to think or felt before, no, not at all. Miserable and frustrated yes, but! My attitude?

A Reasoning Attitude ….?

Not one of anger. Not one of despair. Not one of feeling sorry for myself. Nay! My attitude? One of reasoning with You, my Father. Wow!

A Marvelous Thing ….?

What a marvelous thing it is to have You by always. What a marvelous thing it is to know You care for me like the best mother or father could have ever taken care of me!

I Won’t Write! Nothing To Report Anyhow? Oh? ….

Dear Reader, this morning likens many other mornings? I woke up screaming in pain. I sat up. I said, “Father? You see? Why do I hurt when I am doing all things You lead me to do for my health?”

I got up. I could hardly walk, but! I went on and on doing whatever I needed to do. I came to the computer. Began to optimize the graphics.

I drank some water, but! I had no desire for tea, coffee, food, walking, not even an inkling of desire to write.

All the time?

I Sensed My Father’s Watchful Eye On Me.

He let me be. Pretty soon? The frustration with my graphics skill to perfect those graphics came to a halt. Things begun to progress in that area, but! The best part?

While Things Are Beginning To Work, The Tears Began To Flow Profusely. Why?

Lately I have been seeing visions of scenes with one or the other of my children. Hurtful memories surfaced leaving me wondering why?

Why Such Visions? It Came To Me.

Those are memories of unresolved hurts holdings against my child. I cried to my Father about it. “How can I forgive and forget when my child does not acknowledge hurting me?”

Even worse, my child considers herself above reproach. She holds me guilty of breaking away from her. How can I let go of this matter, my Father? How can i quit expecting for my child’s recognition of her wrong?

My Buried Issues. Why did I bury those issues ….?

Wow! It just came to me, dear Reader, it just came to me. That’s something I could not do, so? I just buried the issue within me, but!

Those buried issues within anyone MUST be exposed and disposed, only?

Though that we know it, we CANNOT do anything about it. We can fool ourselves practicing all kinds of methods and ways to help ourselves to forgive, forget, go on with our lives, but!

The Cause Of All Our Discomforts.

That buried issue? The truth? It will pop! Sometimes? Causing a deadly explosion. For the most? The cause of all our discomforts.

Ha! So that’s what’s happening in the neck of my woods!

Father is exposing and disposing of all my buried issues one by one. Today? Right at this moment? That buried issue with my child? Gone! Honestly. I can’t explain it. A fact need not explanation.

Power to function not just normally but JOYFULLY!

This is joy inexplicable. Full of my Father’s esteem and honor. I am not elated or deflated. I’m empowered to joyfully function today.

Ha! I might even get to wash my clothes I been neglecting to do, and? My fiascos with the sites? Fast progress today for sure!

Meantime and until the next post? His love in my heart for you dear Reader and for all? Stays there in my heart to stay for eternity, your sister.

Not thiaBasilia anymore. Why? Because I am not the Author of the underlaying message in the posts.

(What u think of my optimized graphic? I think it’s beautiful because Father optimized my soul while I optimized the graphic! WOW!)

The Rage Of The Enemy Saturates The Atmosphere Of Our Existence ….?

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Wednesday, July 4, 2018 at 5:52 am.

Beauty Rather Than Ugliness Is The Prison Of Our Age ….?

Indeed! The Atmosphere Of Our Existence or the dominant intellectual or emotional environment or attitude at large.

What is it that we all strive for? What is it that we all sell our souls to obtain? Isn’t beauty? Isn’t that the supreme goal in our lives, but!

Have We Learned To Discern?

The pages of THE FAMILY—A—TRUE STORY will impact the reader to discern what is beauty and what is not.

Moment by moment. Hour by hour. Day by day. Month by month. Year by year the story develops.

Where does it all flow like the waters of a river flows to a set destination?

Where Is Each One Of Our Stories Leading Us To?

To the end to begin. To death and rebirth our stories begin in the womb but do not culminate in the hearth, rather? Victory to shout from the hearth in a new birth in eternity to sprout!

A New Birth In Eternity To Sprout     ?

Yes! A new birth in eternity to sprout even when we roam around on these earthly grounds. That’s my story recorded in the pages of, THE FAMILY—A—TRUE STORY.

Thursday, July 5, 2018 at 7:43 am.

My Story Continues To Develop Upwards.

THE FAMILY—A—TRUE STORY is my story. From my birth to this instant of time? Yes, to this moment?

My story continues to develop upwards. My life has been a tumultuous saga of ups and downs, but!

Why Have I Recorded It All Since 1985?

That was the chosen year for my transformation to begin. It began in the most unexpected way.

The day? June 20, 1985 around 3 am. I had hit bottom. Like King Solomon?

I had tried everything there is to try to find the meaning of this life of pain and suffering.

From Super Good To Super Bad My Life Swung!

From the most devoted religious life to the bottom of corruption.

I had betrayed my children. I had let down all my friends. I had climbed up and down in the financial arena.

Anger, Love, And Lust. My High Intellect Was Supreme.

I lived by the raw emotions of anger, love, and lust. My high intellect was supreme.

I knew and understood so much, but? Had no patience with what I consider stupidity.

Unable To Understand Good And Evil ….?

Plus, I could not reconcile the badness in the attitude of all human beings I could see around me.

No matter how hard I tried to overlook that attitude in all persons of my acquaintance? I failed. Why?

A Child’s Nature Not The Norm In This Insanity Ridden World.

Simple. My nature is the nature of a trusting child. I trust and love like a child does. Unfortunately?

This insane world is not the right environment for such nature. Thank goodness! This world is not my home.

Even so? In this insanity ridden world I exist, and? Though that I am in this world? I have a way to overcome it. Quote:

Yahushua speaking to His followers at the end of His time on this earth.

John 16:33

I have told you these things, so that in Me you may have [perfect] peace and confidence. In the world you have tribulation and trials and distress and frustration; but be of good cheer [take courage; be confident, certain, undaunted]! For I have overcome the world. [I have deprived it of power to harm you and have conquered it for you.]

Way back 70 years ago? Dona Delfina stealthily bought me—a Cathodic by birth, to a protestant meeting.

I remember that incident as it happened just yesterday. Can’t remember anything other than the moment to answer the call:

“Lit up you hand if you want Jesus (Yahushua) as your personal Lord (Master) and Savior.”

I lifted my hand, and? I hear myself even to this moment: “Yo accepto a Jesus como my salvador personal.” (“I accept Jesus (Yahushua) as my personal Lord (Master) and Saviour.”

Faithful to a ‘God’ I did not know until now.

From there on? I grew up faithful and devoted to my Catholic Church at first, then? I drifted into the protestant stream of churches, but! Remained faithful to a ‘God’ I did not know, until? This instant of my life’s existence!

Wondering. Wondering. Wondering.

It’s still Thursday, July 5, 2018 now at 7:51 pm.

I wrote the date and the hour, but! couldn’t write anymore. I went to sleep.

It’s now Thursday, July 5, 2018 at 11:20 pm. Been awake for about an hour. Don’t feel good. Going back to bed.

Yahushua. He has shown me the truth about my human nature and His nature within me.

Much to tell. Be the subject in subsequent posts.

Friday, July 6, 2018 at 5:10 am.

Closing for now ….?

Been up since around 2 am. Been working on graphics and updating the last post You led me to post.

Now I’m going to update Office. I’ll walk. I’ll shut and unplug computer. I’ll work on rearranging things again, and?

Will tell the rest of my doings today in the next post. I am to post as soon as I optimize a couple of graphics He is leading me to post. Enjoy!

Meantime and until the next post? His love in my heart for you dear Reader and for all? Stays there in my heart to stay for eternity.

Your sister, not thiaBasilia anymore. Why? Because I am not the Author of the underlaying message in the posts.

Not for Sale—Not for free—The Price? Your Attention!

Are You Ready? I AM.

Not For Sale—Not For Free—The Price? Your Attention!

Journal—An Ongoing Dialog Between thiaBasilia And Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …

Well, my Father? You are leading all the way. The email I got yesterday on the possibility to connect me with the Mental Health Organization offers the possibility to reach Your children in a one to one basis, but!

I refuse to dwell in such possibility and be disappointed. You are the One doing the work. I expect from You. Your words to me at the beginning of this new stage of my journey come to mind. Quote?

Could not find those words. Instead? Found words for new direction ….?

Saturday, July 7, 2018 at 4:13 am.

O my Father! I spent the whole day yesterday and the last couple hours looking for Your words about Ahmad traveling with me, to no avail, but!

You are leading me all the way.  It came to me to save all Your words I would find in my search. Wow! I am now looking at the pattern of Your words to me since 2016. Wow! Break!

Found the pattern for Your doings ….?

It’s neat the way You have and are leading me in the way I should go with these writings from You. To read Your words to me since 2016? It gives me a pattern for Your doings.

It’s now Saturday, July 7, 2018 at 5:29 am. Neat indeed it is the way You are leading me, my Father.

It’s now time to post this entry of today, but! I must take a 30 minutes break to walk.

Thirty plus minutes is up! Conclusion? Fun moment to reflect on ….?

Drinking now my supped-up cup of Arabic habit. Even so? No Arabic human could be caught drinking such foreign disgrace to their habit. What a pity! Ha! Ha!

I’m in good fun gear this morning in Your Presence, and? You know it, O my Father. Every morning new mercies flow to me from Your hand of mercy.

Ha! I thought I had wasted my whole day yesterday, but!

I didn’t worry about it. I ate. I drank. I fixed things up. I kept searching and finding, but! Not what I was looking for.

Regardless, I would try to sleep but! I would think of another place I could find what I was looking for, and? Up to search in that place until I finally could keep awake no more!

Woke up around 2 am to continue in my search. I began to read the words I had already copied to a file. Slowly, I began to see a pattern of Your doings and? It came to me,

“By My words you are to thread all chapters of, THE FAMILY—A—TRUE STORY.”

Wow! Been racking my brains trying to figure out how to do such a thing.

Honest to goodness, dear Reader, I don’t have to rack my brains about anything, for sure.

Father is leading all the way. Leading me to write. Leading you to read.

During my thirty minutes’ walk? He showed me several things about our doings. Our ways. Our habits. Our faults. Our victories, and?

The BIGGIE=Our innate drive to control. Wow!

Today I am to post as soon as I optimize a couple of graphics He is leading me to post, but!

Dear Reader, don’t know yet how long it will take to optimize the graphics, so? Don’t know yet when or what to post. I’ll see what develops later on.

Are you ready? I am ….?

Sunday, July 8, 2018 at 10:28 am.

Forget any ideas of setting up my own routines! ….?

Mine O Mine! Thinks are looking peachy pink despite my aching body, my Father! Amazing is the way You are relating and communicating with me.

There is an intangible line in Your order of everything. Honest to goodness Your order of things got nothing to do with repetition.

You hate routines. You remind me of such a fact as I am trying to turn my walking into a daily routine. What? O me! Quit walking?

Routines. Repetitions. Habits, and, Religions? The core of the corruption at large ….?

“O thiaBasilia—O Child Of My Heart? There you go! Quick to anticipate My answers to prevent your settling in worthless routines.

Yes, you need to walk—to exercise the members of your body. You need to eat healthy, and? You need to sleep to regain and maintain your physical and mental health, but!

NO NEED to make a routine about all of it. Routines. Repetitions. Habits? Nothing else but harsh masters to take control of your life.

Yes. Routines. Repetitions. Habits, and, Religions? Are the core of the epic of goodness and badness this insanity ridden world has achieved to control your life.

What Am I to Do? Read on. You’ll see ….?

“Am I to let you sit at the beach on that lounging chair, willing your toes, bragging about your amazing accomplishments and material wealth?

Am I to continue crying as I see My beloved children traveling on the high way of beauty and satisfaction leading to their spiritual death?

Am I to keep silent as the sons of the devil lame, shame, destroy, and chop the heads off the bodies of My beloved children?

Nay! But! The ones on the beach. The ones traveling on that high way of beauty and satisfaction?

Just as guilty as the ones who lame, shame, destroy and chop the heads off the bodies of My beloved ones. Surprised?

Don’t be surprised. I am in control of it all. Go on ….?

“Contrary to your fear of rejection as you proclaim these matters? I will now open the minds and hearts to humbly receive this message that you are proclaiming.
Go on My child, go on! Finish the graphic with these lines. Titled it, Are you ready? I am. Then you’ll be ready to post for Me to do the rest.”

Well? So? Dear Reader, I posted again. When and what will I post next? That is still to be seen. Hope. Meantime and until the next post?

His love in my heart for you dear Reader and for all? Stays there in my heart to stay for eternity, your sister, not thiaBasilia anymore. Why?

Because I am not the Author of the underlaying message in the posts.