Day Seven Hundred Seventeen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The five of us talked through the night. Our joy grew as the Spirit’s loving superintendence of our lives was revealed in the recounting of our journeys to this point in time.

G has brought his charges safely through beehives of global authority soldiers all intent on their capture. In fact, their presence in this remote place is the most recent example of their hairbreadth escapes.

G was greatly encouraged by our accounts – the only exception being the mystery surrounding the fate of his twin brother P, who, last we knew, was in the hands of the authorities at the gateway to the east.

Each of us, however holds out hope, knowing that what has sustained us also sustains him.

Day Two Hundred Evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

We were unimpeded all the way back to the camp. The gates of the second district and that of the city to the fields stood wide open, their guards in position, but slumped to the ground in sleep.

Great was the surprise of our friend Lyle when we burst in upon his evening quiet time. We exchanged accounts of our doings. And I heard at last from Grazie about her encounter with her father Moglen.

He is a broken, confused and remorseful man. She offered him her forgiveness. It is why she sought him out.

Then she told us it was time.