Day Nine Hundred Seventy Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We decided that we had to keep to our original plan to meet up with Tomas tomorrow. Between what we have heard and what he may have learned we should have a better basis for our next step.

We did not have any encounters today, except at a distance. A very large flock of sheep was grazing beside a stream under the gaze of several shepherds. We would have passed through their midst but a flash of light followed by a fireball and the sound of an explosion over the horizon in the direction of the road, sent the flock into a panic.

Then, while two boys saw to the sheep, the rest of the shepherds rushed towards the road.

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Day Six Hundred Ninety Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We arrived at the end of the pass today. And caught up with the army. It was spread across a wide valley. A valley that was hemmed between two mountain ranges. And the only exit appeared to be a pass on the far side.

The army did not appear to be ready to tackle that next leg of their journey.. Or so we hoped.

Elijah still desires to get out in front of them. We have found a place apart where we can observe and plan our next step.

The Captain can’t help but want to stay in this area because he can’t shake the belief that Tomas is somewhere behind us.

We plan but we look to the Spirit.

Day Five Hundred Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah says the time has come for us to move on. So I have been exploring the best options open to us.

Jordan wondered why we just don’t “disappear” like we did before. It made me wonder if he was ready to fulfill his part in the coming events. I was at the point of reprimanding him, when he declared that we needed to contact the trash collectors. He said the idea just popped into his head.

I took it as a confirmation as the idea was one of the options on my list. Both Elijah and I encouraged him (and indeed were encouraged ourselves) about this openness to the Spirit’s leading that Jordan is manifesting.

Now the next step.

Day Three Hundred Ninety Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I was relieved to leave the desolation behind. And I think I speak for Elijah too. He hasn’t commented directly about it, but for a while there, he was holding his arm across his face. Now he walks unencumbered and without stumbling.

The last long stretch before the riverfront town, though lonely was a refreshing walk. I still wonder why there are no villages on its outskirts. They have the look of prime farmland.

The riverfront town has emptied out, comparatively speaking. We were probably the only ones around that could be considered refugees. We had no trouble finding a place to stay, an inn down beside the river.

We as yet have no leading as to our next step.

Day Two Hundred Forty Three Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah writes:

Need to take the next step.

I noted from which direction the pigeons brought the food. It was the same by which they returned.

Set my course.