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Day Two Hundred Forty Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

I am the Tishbite, Elijah, prophet of God.

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posted on August 30, 2016
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tagged as apocalyptic, diary, Elijah, Lyle, Lyle writes, Prophet of God, Tishbite

Day Two Hundred Thirty Nine Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

All is now clear.

All the streams of the past have converged. The way ahead is sure, but arduous.

The promise is ours.

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posted on August 29, 2016
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tagged as apocalyptic, clear, diary, Lyle, Lyle writes, promise, streams of the past, the way ahead

Day Two Hundred Thirty Eight Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

At the summit.

In the presence.

Remove my shoes.

Sense others nearby but I only have eyes for the One.

The Ancient of Days.

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posted on August 28, 2016
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tagged as apocalyptic, diary, eyes, Lyle, Lyle writes, presence, shoes, summit, the Ancient of Days, the One

Day Two Hundred Thirty Seven Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

Slept where I dropped last night. Awoke to the merry music of a mountain stream just yards away.

Drank and pressed on with renewed vigor.

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posted on August 27, 2016
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tagged as apocalyptic, diary, last night, Lyle, Lyle writes, mountain stream, vigor

Day Two Hundred Thirty Six Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

The way is very hard, and I am so tired. I do not think I am much past the first hill.

How can I go on?

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posted on August 26, 2016
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tagged as apocalyptic, diary, hill, Lyle, Lyle writes, tired, way

Day Two Hundred Thirty Five Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

The trembling has stopped, and so has the forward motion of the wave.

Rather it has become solid. A mountain whose foothills touch the oasis, and beckon.

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posted on August 25, 2016
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tagged as apocalyptic, diary, foothills, Lyle, Lyle writes, motion, mountain, oasis, solid, trembling, wave

Day Two Hundred Thirty Four Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

A low rumble brought me to my feet, but it was a momentary status. The following tremor threw me to the ground.

A mounting wave filled the horizon.

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posted on August 24, 2016
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tagged as apocalyptic, diary, feet, ground, horizon, Lyle, Lyle writes, rumble, status, tremor, wave

Day Two Hundred Thirty Three Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

A sense of great relief and release floods over me. All must be well with Enough, wherever he is.

All is well, though the feeling grows – change is imminent.

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posted on August 23, 2016
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tagged as apocalyptic, change, diary, Enough, feeling, Lyle, Lyle writes, release, relief

Day Two Hundred Thirty Two Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

The fountain sprang to life in the middle of the night and continues to flow and an overwhelming impression came over me that Enough was in trouble.

I am interceding.

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posted on August 22, 2016
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tagged as apocalyptic, diary, Enough, fountain, impression, intercession, Lyle, Lyle writes, middle of the night, trouble

Day Two Hundred Thirty One Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

The splash of the fountain brought me out of my revery. All night, all morning I have been slipping between dreams and visions.

More and more I see a glowing mountain.

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posted on August 21, 2016
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tagged as apocalyptic, diary, dreams, fountain, glowing mountain, Lyle, Lyle writes, morning, night, revery, splash, visions

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