Day Eight Hundred Seventy Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our second round of meetings was taken off course tonight by many of our scheduled contacts being forced to work through the night. The few we did confer with, gained thereby for Elijah used the extra time to open up more deeply to those in attendance.

I am greatly encouraged at the depth of their desire to please the Holy One.

And one of the attendees was accompanied by the noisome individual that I suspected of perfidy. He indeed had done what I feared. And he was there to confess and beg for our forgiveness.

This we freely gave him.

All was well until Jezer arrived with news – a group of widows and orphans he had hidden was taken away.

Day Five Hundred Thirteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Upon rising this morning a melody filled my heart and soon a song of praise to the One was on my lips. It was a brand new song, one I had never heard before.

Elijah was greatly cheered by it. He said it portended awesome things for the day ahead. We both took eagerly to the road again.

Our mood changed when we passed a temple built beside the way just outside the third village. Slaughtered bodies lay all around its premises. Like the others we’d seen, it had been plundered, emptied out of valuables. Unlike the others, the attendees had resisted. And paid for resisting.

And likely as a consequence when we entered the third village it was deserted.