Day Three Hundred Forty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The unloading of containers continues. Only about a third of our total, according to the Purser, is being offloaded. We will be able to take on more than we delivered since the ship has been running under capacity. This knowledge gave Elijah hope that we may have a reasonable amount of time ashore.  We went in search of the Captain to ask if he had made up his mind yet.

We found him dealing with a knotty problem, finding a misplaced container. However, he put that task aside to talk with us.

He thinks that by tomorrow we can all go ashore.

I felt the need to replenish so I passed the remainder of the day in the sanctuary cabin.

Day Two Hundred Seventy #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I was awake before anyone else today. A lot on my mind. I got up and paid another visit to the twentieth floor. Upon my return Elijah called a meeting and handed it over to me to run, while he went for a walk in the tunnel. He charged me to teach them about Stan.  None among this band have ever heard of him.

However, they tell me about someone who fits the physical description that I gave them. This young man had executed many of their number, but first had engendered hatred and fear towards them in the hearts of his followers by branding them as monsters, walking dead people.

When Elijah returned he prepared them for our departure.

Day Two Hundred Fifty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah has prepared our host for our departure. He assures him that we will in no way call attention to this place of safety.

He promises that where we go when we go, the focus will be solely upon us. Elijah hopes that by our example, they will mature and imitate our obedience. For certainly, all who follow must heed and obey. It helps when we realize the unique part we have in His plan.

That truth is constantly on my mind. I so do not want to miss what I should be about. Nor fail in the attempt.

The trial is rushing towards us, and reluctant though I am, I discover within me the desire to rush towards it.

Day Two Hundred Thirteen Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

Hazy. My mind is as hazy as the atmosphere between me and my goal.  And though fuzzy, I judge that the oasis is much closer and perhaps much bigger than hitherto believed.

I have to resist the temptation to abandon my plan and rush onwards.

Rely on patience.

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 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.