Day Nine Hundred Fifty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I have to shake off the creeping mindset that has been pushing aside the still, small voice of the Spirit. Vigilance is called for.

I have been so wound up in our own situation, wanting to be free, and desiring the same for our people here, that I was blinded to the turmoil in which our poor captors find themselves.

The very basis for their beliefs has been challenged, or one might say, ground to powder.

Reuben is helping me to see this.

Somehow we must show them the remedy to their disillusionment. And Reuben has pointed out what may be the key. They are men under authority, and with the one they know crumbling, they need the true one.

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Day Nine Hundred Fifty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We are still in the dark. It was a day of waiting and hoping for something to happen. But no one reported any contacts from the outside (for most cannot conceive of it as happening otherwise).

With the number of guards dropping again today, it seemed that an opportune time to put a plan into motion had passed us by.

And Reuben has deepened the mystery by his revelation that the fact of their disappearance has not been reported beyond the walls of this prison. Though there is little mystery as to why our jailers would prefer it that way, (their very lives no doubt depend upon hiding it), it further clouds how it was accomplished.

And can it repeat?

Day Nine Hundred Fifty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I must confess that upon first hearing the news, I misunderstood the import of what Reuben was telling us. I immediately thought that our fellow believers had been annihilated. Only upon his second explanation did I comprehend that they had been spirited away. They knew not where.

When we were able to report this to Elijah this morning, he broke out into the most satisfied expression. And asked if we knew who or what was responsible.

We all shook our heads.

Then a look of astonishment overspread his face, and he simply said, “Jezer!”

In my mind’s eye I saw our friend, but I also saw Elam.

But the question in everyone’s thoughts at that moment was what about us.

Day Nine Hundred Fifty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The boot of our oppressor has ever so slightly been lifted off of our necks. It gives us hope that we will soon have more freedom of action. And eases my suspicion that knowledge of our identities had been rediscovered.

Elijah found a place apart and held up there all day. While I kept in contact off and on with the leaders to discuss future plans. But really there was little we felt we could do until we hear from Reuben, the guard who is working on our behalf.

Later we heard the most shocking news from him. The Hamashiachite followers of Raj G in the other dungeons of this prison have all disappeared.

Hence the severe crackdown of yesterday.

Day Nine Hundred Forty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our movements have become greatly restricted, even within this commodious dungeon. The number of guards has dropped, but whereas before there were none to interfere with our secretive activities, now even our mundane ones come under scrutiny.

We can barely speak a string of a dozen words before being silenced by a nearby guard.

Thankfully that changed when a certain guard reported for his shift. He was the one responsible for the note in our food from Raj G’s people.

In the guise of giving a reprimand he offered his services and we accepted.

First, he brought news of the well being of members of their group separated in other dungeons. Next he will bring them a word from us.

Day Nine Hundred Forty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our fellow prisoners swarmed around Elijah. I recognized many from the hospital of the coastal town we visited so long ago. I talked with two who remembered me. They were very solicitous to know any news about Raj G. How they were gladdened to hear my report.

It was a late night, that culminated with a unanimous vote – Elijah was chosen to make all the decisions going forward. He acceded to their request but only until he can affect their release from this prison and see them safely to the hiding place.

As we sought to implement better communications today, we were stopped cold in our efforts by the sudden influx of guards into the dungeon that they call home.

Day Nine Hundred Forty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

There was a note hidden along with our food last night. It was addressed to Elijah. They identified themselves as followers of Hamashiach, formerly led by Raj G. And they are excited at the prospect of meeting him.

This news set us rejoicing that we had been brought to the same prison.

(And the thought occurred to me that the guard must have known about the message. He would have to have been blind otherwise).

All morning we anticipated the arrival of the guards sent to move us. And our elation continued despite the rather rough handling we experienced when they came in and chained us together.

The chains remained in place as we were led into the grim dungeon.

The Flesh

The Flesh

Anéanti, anéanti
The flesh invites destruction
Anéanti, anéanti
The flesh has earned destruction.

One is either deceived or
One further step
Confused
When wickedness,
Sweet to the taste
Is hidden under the tongue

But you can trace it back to a moral choice
As to why you won’t leave the things you love
The things that will destroy you.

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Day Nine Hundred Forty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah passed the day in one corner of our cell. I kept watch, moving to the door whenever I heard the approach of footsteps. There was not much traffic down in this wing, and the few of which I became aware, continued on past. (Probably a guard).

As the day went on it was beginning to look like no one would be paying us a call to demand our answer and we would be given another day to accept the mark.

But that thought was interrupted by the arrival of our food. The guard who passed it through to me said it would be the last meal delivered here if we did not agree to the mark by his return.

Day Nine Hundred Forty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We believe this complex is much bigger than what we have seen thus far. And suspect many more people are behind its walls than the small number we have encountered.

Elijah surmises that we are being held outside the general population of the prison. And once we refuse the mark, we will be thrown in with them.

No one has called for our presence. We have blissfully been left to ourselves.

Many people have been paraded by our cell all day long. Each one sporting the mark.  We recognize them from the first day in the holding cell.

Plainly it’s all a piece of theater aimed at us.

Today it’s all been carrot, so I’m guessing tomorrow we’ll feel the stick.