Day One Thousand Sixty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I had a dream over night. Everything about it was unexpected, but not unsettling. In fact, I found it a comfort and an encouragement.

In it Grazie came to speak to me, though uttering not a word at first. Her countenance beamed with serenity. Which enfolded me like a hug and communicated more than her voice would have.

And, in effect, shut down a nightmarish vision that lurked at the periphery of my consciousness.

Only after she had my complete attention did she speak.

She simply said, “A child shall lead you.” And smiled.

And was gone.

I shared the dream with Elijah. And at the moment I finished Mawuli walked into our camp. And asked when we were leaving.

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Day Three Hundred Thirty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I passed a pleasant hour in conversation with the Purser.

I had been seeking Elijah in the usual places, starting with the sanctuary cabin, when the Purser emerged from the same.

Obviously, Elijah was not within, nor was his current location known by the Purser.

I had turned to continue my search, but he begged to ask a question.

I stayed to hear him out, and that one question grew into a mutually edifying dialogue.

He asked me if I had known anyone who had disappeared three and a half months ago. I flashed back to when Grazie and the others ascended at the Glorious Appearing. I nodded.

He then asked if my missing ones like his mother followed Hamashiach.

Day Two Hundred Two Evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

Saw Grazie plainly in the van of the stream rising to meet the Glorious One. Grateful.

Was also gratified to see some individuals rising from the direction of the city.

The sound of the trumpet reverberates in my memory, marking also my parting from Lyle.

Push onward.

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.

Day Two Hundred Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

Rejoicing that Enough and Grazie have been delivered back to us.

(And glad to relinquish the writing chore).

Day One Hundred Ninety Nine Evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

We kept to the house last night and throughout the following daylight hours.

I asked Grazie if she had any plan for our next move. She replied that it was nothing other than what I had taught her – just wait for direction.

Evening was coming on, when she announced that she was going out to find her father. Shocked, I wanted to accompany her, but she declined and assured me she would be back.

Before midnight she was.

Within minutes we slipped out into the darkness of the night.

Day One Hundred Ninety Eight Evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

Grazie appeared to me in my dreams. She took my hand and I stood to my feet.

My cell door lay open. Soon I followed her lead through empty corridors and out into the streets of the second district.

I was not asleep after all.

We hid in an empty house in the third district.

An image of Flowers graced one wall.

Day One Hundred Ninety Eight Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

Though an overcast day, the column of smoke was still discernible over the city. (It was a degree or two lighter in color).

Anxious thoughts about Enough and Grazie crowded my mind. I resisted the gloom. But at the point of success, a horde of drones descended upon us out of the city.

You’d think Moglen lost something.

Day One Hundred Ninety Seven Evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

One after the other has perished as I watched Grazie move up the line.

When they halted for the day she stood first.

Her turn will come tomorrow.

I think she looked towards me.

Day One Hundred Ninety Six Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

The drone levels have stepped up today. And why not?

With the dim view they hold of us, Moglen and Stan have probably convinced themselves that we are plotting a rescue for Grazie and Enough.

And they are likely getting an eyeful with each meeting that I have attended throughout the camp. All to prevent that very thing from coming about.

Therefore I have cautioned everyone to continue to go about their everyday routines, and to eschew large assemblies.

Their rescue is coming soon enough.  And not at all at our hands.