Day One Thousand Thirty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

With Meesa directing our movements we looked into all the nooks and crannies in Damascus in which Jezer could be seeking refuge.

I was a bit mechanical, I admit, and somewhat distracted. I had had an unsettling dream over night. And my thoughts ran on two separate tracks. One, upon what we were doing. And the other on the details of my dream.

In my dream, I was dreaming. It was night, and the dark enfolded me. And into the dream came the sound of dripping. A sound that crescendoed into a raging torrent. With the coming of the light, I could see it was a rising tide of blood.

But I could not see from whence the blood came.

Day One Thousand Thirty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah saw what he wanted to see when we were out in the debris fields yesterday. It was not the state of the scraps or lack of them that concerned my friend, rather it was the state of the people toiling, or wanting to toil on behalf of those rebuilding in the other quarters of Damascus.

He believes it would be very unwise to take any of them back to the hiding place with us.

With the exception of the lone host with whom we have been staying in the quarter I concurred.

Now with that question decided, is there anything else to hold us here?

And the thought comes to me- only if Jezer is somewhere near at hand.

Day One Thousand Thirty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We sensed that we are not yet released to leave Damascus. Elijah’s pupils, however, returned only to inform him that they are splitting up, some called to aid Tomas and the others in Jerusalem, and the other half of the team to look for Jezer, who is missing.

That latter bit of news upset me. And the fact that no one had any answers to my questions regarding him, only made it worse.

In addition I was left thinking why we had been sent here in the first place, while all along, as it now appears, the objects of our mission, were indeed, in the direction I had originally wanted to go.

Oh, to get from underneath my own understanding.

Day One Thousand Thirty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We made the rounds with Elijah’s pupils loading up on scrap metal and returning early to the city. I could not help but notice that the scrap heaps were less extensive and may well soon be depleted. And then what will become of those in the slave quarter of the city?

The pupils had met with both Tomas and Jezer some time ago, but don’t know their current whereabouts. They had passed them off to the other group to coordinate an idea that Tomas had come up with.

Elijah and I set off to search for Tomas and Jezer this morning. And to check for Elam at the tanker truck staging yards.

Our quest today proved fruitless on all counts.

Day One Thousand Twenty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah and I went over our plans before our anticipated departure tomorrow. Not that we planned everything in minute detail. In our experience, collectively and individually, that would be counterproductive and would run the risk of missing the Spirit’s leading.

We did settle upon a direction.

At first I was all for heading north as I thought that the most likely place to begin our search for Tomas and Jezer after my talk with Quasimo yesterday.

Elijah dismissed that notion, not unkindly, but with an explanation that revealed he knew more than I did. His first pupils had been responsible for covering our crossing from that direction, our missing friends acted only to the south.

So, Damascus is our destination.

Day One Thousand Twenty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It took all my resolve not to go out and look for their tanker truck and follow up any leads as to the whereabouts of Tomas and Jezer. Of course, Elijah’s unwillingness to deviate from our agreed upon schedule held me back too, but he did allow Quasimo to go to investigate.

I kept as busy as I could, but there was little I could do to help Mei since the return of Meesa and the Purser. Instead I tried to make myself useful to Reuben. He has implemented new procedures after reviewing our security here.

When Quasimo reappeared he confirmed the truck to be Jezer’s. He believes its placement had been instrumental to our successful crossing of the road.

Day One Thousand Twenty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I again joined Mei to help in any way I could, within my capabilities. Since Meesa and the Purser were expected back some time in the morning, the tasks were small and easily completed, so there was a good number of them to fill up my time, and could be assumed any time by our absent friends.

Every thing ground to a halt when they returned, as they had news. Not at all related to their reason for going out, but of great interest to us all.

Early on their mission they heard an account of a tanker truck immobilized in a narrow pass on the Jerusalem-Damascus road. They adjusted their route to check.

They are sure it’s Jezer’s.

Day One Thousand Twenty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I’ve gained some perspective since yesterday. I am still focused on finding Tomas and Jezer. The difference comes with the realization that timing is everything. And I am now surrendered to our agreed upon schedule in that matter.

It has freed me up in this sense – l look forward to what comes my way today, that will prepare me and make me the person I need to be.

So I sought what I could do here in our refuge, and conferred with Mei. She was short handed as Meesa was out running an errand with the Purser. So she welcomed my assistance, and my company. She was particularly keen to hear more about our recent adventures.

She misses Tomas too.

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.

Day One Thousand Twenty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I was gladdened to see that the Purser and his family are fitting right in.  And he himself has volunteered to help Mei and Meesa in the everyday operations. I know they will soon come to appreciate his experience and input.

Mawuli, however, wants to do more, but feels slighted on account of his youth.

He came to me.

I told him I would take him on, but only if he first spent the week ahead sitting with the pupils under Elijah’s tutelage.

I there and then walked him over to their assembly area.

Elijah welcomed Mawuli into his group. And I suggested to Elijah that the three of us at week’s end, go in search of Tomas and Jezer.