Day Eight Hundred Ninety Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Overall we were encouraged by developments today. This despite the need to rein in my drone when a massive swarm of government drones appeared in our area.

For Meesa returned with promising results from her scouring of the area near Damascus. A small band was reported wandering about in the desert to the south. None bearing the mark.

Jezer will investigate in that direction tomorrow as he is quite familiar with that section. (That we know because we first met him at a well in that very desert).

Elijah talked about going out by himself, but I reminded him of our long-standing agreement to never wander around without the other again.

He grudgingly acceded, concluding we’ll go out tomorrow.

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Day Eight Hundred Ninety Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah and I are wanted men. So Jezer reports after his southern expedition. Our pictures are everywhere. Not as numerous or as large as those of Stan. And nowhere were there any reports of what Elijah had said. Instead we are listed as disturbers of the peace.

I launched my new drone. Not to disturb the peace, but to preserve our own. I’d like to send it out on a wider search for our friends too. But it doesn’t have the range.

What may help instead is sending Meesa out. And Elijah has just cleared her participation with those who had originally spoken against it.

We all agree that the specter of capture remains but finding our people overrules it.

Day Eight Hundred Ninety Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I utilized my time to build my drone. Jezer has amassed an impressive array of options to add to it if I so desire. A monitor which I can strap to my wrist should prove quite useful.

But I hesitate to add any armament. Jezer’s contributions in that department are staggering.

I shall ask what Elijah thinks on that score.

Jezer did not turn up any leads on his swing through the north. He’ll try to the south tomorrow.

Meesa has offered to go out also. But was met with opposition immediately from the people she coordinates. They feel she is too valuable to chance losing.

I need to ask Elijah to teach them about where to place their trust.

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 Ninety Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It happened much as Elijah planned.

We entered Jerusalem with the morning crowds. And made our way to its heart. There were depictions of Stan on every side. Much nicer than the paper posters we’d seen to date.

And soldiers stood guard on every street, scrutinizing every passerby.

In fact, one left his post to follow us. Elijah took the attention in stride. I moved to keep myself between the two. And to shield Elijah.

We emerged onto the Temple court and there Elijah announced to the multitudes the continuation of the drought. And closed his announcement with the promise of its deepening.

A great roar of anger arose.

And the guard made to seize us, but we were gone.

Day Eight Hundred Ninety One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The road up to Jerusalem was crowded, and at times choked in both directions. Military vehicles held precedence and we pedestrians yielded the center whenever they appeared. Which was often.

The pedestrians were numerous and thankfully we blended right in.

Along the way we discussed strategies for locating our missing people. Elijah listened patiently to all my ideas. Until another interruption, this time, by a passing tanker truck.

That’s when Elijah announced the plan.

“I think we’ll walk to the center of the Holy City and announce ourselves.”

I turned to face him and he added, “And proclaim that the drought has not ended, but will continue.”

“And then what?” I asked.

“As always follow the lead of the Spirit.”

Day Eight Hundred Ninety #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We started out yesterday via a route aimed at Damascus. I followed with no comment. Rather my thoughts flocked around a recurring vision that revisited me over night.

Then, about midday, Elijah took us off the Damascus bound road and onto another.

In one action we reversed direction and are now on the way up to Jerusalem.

With this change I felt it appropriate to broach the topic of my vision to Elijah.

My unease increased when he shared his similar vision – rising rivers of blood flooding a broad plain.

He was quick to add that though it’s time was near, it was not immediate.

As we continued, I pondered my need to beware leaning into my own limited understanding.

Day Eight Hundred Eighty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I emerged energized. Ready to face the day. And found myself face to face with Jezer, who was just about to enter on an assignment to roust me out.

It was so long past daybreak that they feared there might be something wrong.

I sheepishly admitted to long stretches of slumber, alternating with short bursts of prayer.

Elijah was pleased. He pronounced me ready mentally and spiritually and told me to prepare to leave.

In short order, I was at his side. We made the rounds bidding our people goodbye and encouraging them with the promise that we all soon will be together again. With added brothers and sisters.

And they in turn wished us Godspeed and a speedier return.

Day Eight Hundred Eighty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

As it turns out, I did get a day of rest. Everyone settled into our new surroundings and harmony reigns. Meesa and Jezer have put their heads together and plotted how best to prepare for the expected increase in our numbers.

Elijah has found a new place to draw aside by himself. I think Jezer set it apart on his former expeditions here.

Jezer has taken the parts I rescued from the crashed drones with the intent to supply a new housing for them.

I gave some thought on how best to use such a tool for the betterment and protection of the community.

But I put such considerations aside, when Elijah ceded his space to me for the evening.

Day Eight Hundred Eighty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We’ve only been here a day and already Elijah is planning a foray beyond the safety of this hiding place.

Both Meesa and Jezer complain that it is too soon. And advise that he hold off for a week, if not longer.

I, for one, would not mind. I could use a week long Sabbath rest.

This place is immense. Meesa has everyone arranged comfortably and Jezer, with a few choice assistants, sees to their needs.

But Elijah wants to fill up its immensity as soon as he can. He wants to go in search of all the groups we set in motion to this place on our global journey.

I admit I long to see them all here too.