Day Three Hundred Ninety Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Another long day. Though we had left the bush country behind, the bleakness continued, only changing in tenor. Our senses were overloaded with the sights, the sounds and the smells of desolation left in these fields laid waste by the locusts. I’d forgotten my first passage through them because they look so much worse than at that time. Something else has happened since then.

The stubble that was evident everywhere before, I believe has all been burnt away, if I have judged aright that the marks in the soil are indeed signs of scorching.

Elijah just made faces and kept on walking. It dried up the conversation between us.

I did find Mawuli’s snake carcass again, so we’re not lost.

Day Three Hundred Ninety Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

This has been the longest day. Mile after mile of bush, boring in the extreme for its sameness. Visibility only dropped off in the haziness of the distant horizon to our front. And we kept a wary regard as to what lay behind us. No longer did we see the wilderness through which we had passed, but, then again, neither did we see anyone following us. A good thing, but tempered by the thought of what that meant, that they were perhaps on the trail of the Purser and his family instead.

Elijah and I did use the time to catch one another up on our doings while we were separated. What he shared about the robotic warship haunted me.

Day One Hundred Twenty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It’s been a long day. The flickering candle flame mimics the efforts of my mind to direct  my fingers as I write. A spurt of inspiration and the words flow, then a lull as I grope for the means to communicate the vision.

It came about in this manner. Lyle called for an assembly of east end leaders – well before the commute to the fields. He laid before them what we have learned through Kip and what our ongoing response should be. They unanimously assented to our decision to stay and wait upon the Spirit.

The vision came. The whole assembly leaped to their feet. And kept going, rising above our heads and accelerating away.

Only Lyle and I remained.

Day One Hundred Twenty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It’s been a long day, but I must write down the important things that Kip told me, if for no other reason than to be better able to report them to Lyle when we see him.

If we see him again. He has not yet returned here to the widow’s home.

Kip painted a dark picture. Since the troubles started, the city has become more and more fractured with each leader inclined to do what was right in his own eyes.

Until a young man arrived, claiming to be from an overarching world government.  He gave them hope that unity would be re-established at the highest level. And cautioned them about two men out of the east with “abilities.”