Day One Thousand Twenty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah sent me off to rest last night and in addition told me to observe a Sabbath today.

Just how hard that has been to do, confirmed how much it was needed.

It was very difficult to stop thinking about Tomas and Jezer. And when not focused on their plight, my concern rolled over onto Elam and Sy and Jordan off in the Galilee.

Realizing that laying on my bed in  such a state was far from restful, I arose and sought solace in the set apart place.

When I entered I found Elijah and Mawuli there, each separated into their own niche. I moved further back seeking one of my own. And soon I was able to unburden myself.

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Day One Thousand #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I was wary about leaving before the arrival of the Purser and the second group, especially since no word has come from them.  And the fact that Jezer and Tomas had not returned from their latest run only heightened that concern.

Elijah, however, was insistent that we pay a visit to Reuben. I was about to protest – when he gave me that look – and I knew I was not to worry.

It was an easy trek to Reuben’s hometown. It’s a forlorn place, not much standing. We shall have to bypass it with the larger groups.

Reuben and Elijah’s pupils greeted us and so did most of the surviving citizens of the village. They all desire to come with us.

Day Nine Hundred Seventy Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Off to our right a fire burned the night through. We kept walking longer than usual, able to do so by its far reaching illumination. Elijah and I, our thoughts filled with concern for Tomas, had one dominant thought between us – we wanted to get to the rendezvous point as soon as possible.

And we did.

But being early only meant we had longer to wait. A plus to Elijah’s way of thinking. He settled into a time of rest, of focus, of communion with the Spirit. It was an effort, but I followed his example soon after.

And that is how Tomas found us. He was early also. He had rushed lest we worry he had been taken prisoner.

Day Nine Hundred #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Quasimo came to us to offer his help. He shares our concern over Meesa’s disappearance. Though their acquaintance has been but brief, he has learned from the others her part in their rescue.

Jezer was reticent to accept his offer. Though commending his gratitude as the motivation, he said he’d prefer someone familiar with the region in particular.

I suspected that another reason (or force) was at play here. And Elijah sensed it too.

We sent out Jezer by himself and made the point to pass the rest of the day with Quasimo.

When he related their experiences in the desert, playing hide and seek with another large group, we realized that that mystery group may be one of ours.

Day Eight Hundred Ninety Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We were transported to the hiding place. Much to the surprise of everyone. Except perhaps Elijah.

Now, he says, we wait a bit for the word to spread. He is certain that many of our people are in the vicinity of Jerusalem. And were just waiting for his arrival from our global journey.

However, he spoke out his concern that Mei and her group with Tomas, the Captain, and Raj P – and that led by Quasimo, should already be in contact with us.

When Jezer brought me some materials with which to build a drone – (for which I thanked him) I was struck by an idea, and brought him to Elijah.

It soon was agreed he would seek out news.

Day Eight Hundred Eighty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It was a day of calm. Having the feel of the lull before the storm.

Jezer led out more groups who are now safely ensconced in the hiding place.

Meesa continued to monitor developments. Concern was mounting that the authorities will soon notice that the amount of “labor groups” going out were more than those returning. To my thinking we shall soon need to exodus en masse. Especially as the numbers composing the labor groups dwindle. An event that will all the more be likely as more drones are filling the skies.

I was at the point of broaching the topic with Elijah again, when someone brought in a damaged drone to Meesa.

Perhaps Jezer can find some spare parts.

Day Eight Hundred Seventy One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It was an odd meeting. None of the invitees arrived or left at the same time. It might best be characterized as a serial meeting, for we were constantly reiterating the same information over and over.

Most agreed to contact others and pass on the information. However, there was one individual who resisted Elijah’s suggestions. Instead, he wanted Elijah to rid the earth of their oppressors.  To venture forth and bring the wicked city down to its knees.

Elijah told him that now was not the time nor perhaps would it ever be. His concern was only to get them out and on the road for Jerusalem. As to the coming wrath that was for the Holy One to decide.

Day Eight Hundred Twenty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We divided our attention today between watching our steps and observing the activity in the skies over the megapolis. The ground was uneven, so at times treacherous. Hence our caution. But the presence of fleets of drones and circling warplanes over the city were a another source of concern.

Quasimo thinks we have no need  to worry.  He was certain that they are celebrating his “successful” assassination of Elijah and myself. Even if he had to bring down the building to accomplish that end. (Though he joked that Stan would not be above charging him for the value of the structure).

I just hope we can make it out of the area before they ascertain that our bodies aren’t there.

Day Seven Hundred Sixty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We left the valley, but not for long. Tomas came to tell us that the trail ahead comes to an abrupt end. It was just fine when he checked yesterday. Now a cliff marks the end of the trail’s usefulness.

We returned to the valley to seek a new way out.

I stayed with Elijah and prayed while the others split up to better cover the possibilities.

Our focus was still northward, but if we were to exhaust all possibilities in that direction Elijah would prefer a westward trail that angles north.

At day’s end we collected for the night and compared notes. Two likely paths were also blocked.

Our concern is growing that an unseen agency is opposing us.

Day Seven Hundred Twenty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We were appalled. Elijah was bruised and bloodied about the face, but he brushed our concern aside and assured us that all would be well.

And he added for my benefit that his interrogators ceased their thuggish actions so abruptly that he knew I must be interceding for him.

(There is nothing like an encouraging report to buoy your spirits and for strengthening your resolve to go on). The Captain was so encouraged that he stayed awake softly singing songs of praise.

They came for me next.

They had no new questions and I had no new answers.

The main interrogator was raising his hand to strike me when he recoiled in fear.

I was ordered back to our chamber.