Day Nine Hundred Twenty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Tomas and the Captain returned today. Their foray had yielded slim results. But such as those were, they did raise the hope of an eventual breakthrough.

They excitedly talked about the possibilities. According to them the most promising ground for discovery lay towards the north and west of Jericho, long ago known as the Galilee.

They wanted to return there as soon as possible. But before that they asked to confer with Elijah and myself.

I was available, but Elijah was not. In order to have a face to face with him, they’d have to wait for him to return from intercession.

I decided to release them to the work on my own recognizance, when Elijah emerged and halted everything.

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Day Eight Hundred Ninety Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It was a quick one day trip, a concession to the people left behind in the hiding place. With Jezer gone down to the desert and Meesa just recently returned, they are ill at ease when their leaders are constantly coming and going.

I believe that Elijah is finally coming to grips with his need to pour himself into their instruction.

Yet how much is needed?

Maturity can be such a mystery.

Thankfully our foray proved a blessing and most necessary, for we located Jezer in the desert with the band he was endeavoring to bring in. The minute Quasimo saw us, he ran to greet us. He was relieved to know that Jezer was indeed telling him the truth.

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.

Day Six Hundred Sixty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The ground we’ve been hiking has transformed from sandy soil to flat expanses of rock. We are thankful for rock cairns that have been raised every few hundred cubits to mark the correct passage. They kept us away from the sheer drops down to the river that parallels our path.

Of course there was not much water coursing through its channel at this time..

The Captain thinks that by month’s end it will be all dried up.

Elijah has been stopping more frequently. We stopped also, except for Tomas who would indulge his habit of wandering further afield after one curiosity or another.

On one such foray he discovered the perfect spot for us to hold up for the night.

Day Six Hundred Twenty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The road has disappeared under the sands of a desert. This fact has gone a long way to explain the absence of an army on the march behind us. They must have taken another route.

We stood there briefly to consider our options. The Captain and Tomas volunteered to continue on upon whatever track there might be ahead. Elijah set a time limit for their foray, and at its expiration they were to return here.

Elijah and I found a cooler spot and there turned our attentions to things of the Spirit.

By the time of their return we were all in agreement that our way ahead lay through the desert.

They had found a well on a caravan route.

Day Four Hundred Ninety Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah made a brief foray into the busy streets of the metropolis last evening, just to get oriented. I took the opportunity for some alone time with the Spirit.

A good thing. Otherwise I would not have been open to Elijah’s proposal this morning that we spend a few days here searching for followers of Hamashiach. I would have much rather been pressing onward to our rendezvous with the ship. But the Spirit has made it very clear we are not yet released to continue on our trek.

There is a great hubbub everywhere. The people are resettling back into their homes after an absence. And everywhere you turn representatives of the world government are facilitating and controlling it.

Day Four Hundred Thirty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

A tantalizing sight within our prospect, the island’s port city in its glass and steel grandeur, but at the same time we are sobered by the zig-zagging coastline between us and it. It goes on forever and ever.

I take the opportunity here and there to push in off of the beach to look for any means by which to scale to the heights above us.

I returned from one such foray to an excited Elijah. He had spotted a ship underway off the coast. A ship that he is certain is the one that carried us across the other ocean.

It seems more important than ever that we find a way up the cliffs that hem us in.

Day Two Hundred Fifty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

There is something about mountain tops. One wants to linger there, and is reluctant to descend into the valleys below. (I can understand that fellow’s desire to put up tents for the Ancient of Days and Elijah and their companions on that peak in the desert a few days ago). Just like that time came to an end so must this one. But not today in any event.

Timing is everything. Elijah tells me that circumstances are not yet ripe for our next foray. Which news is alright by me. I am content to linger – with the caveat that I not look backward, but forward.