Day One Thousand Ninety Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

All the other members of our group concur, even those who feel their purpose on this mission has been fulfilled. This despite other factors that mitigate against our continued presence here in Babylon.

We had two such encounters yesterday on our outing. Elijah learned that an internment camp for world government soldiers was nearby and asked our guard to take us there.

The guard was reluctant and after more persuasion gave in. Afterwards he exuded an air of vindication having been forced to rescue us from assaults aimed at Elijah, “the great Disturber of the nations.”

Mawuli said it was much the same treatment meted out to the group led by his parents on their journey to the promised land.

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Day Nine Hundred Eighty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Another night of intercession. We emerged with direction and purpose. Elijah asked the Purser to escort us to their makeshift hospital.

Tomas asked if he could help. Elijah assented and chose him to be by his side. I took Mawuli with me.

At first the former army surgeon in charge resisted us, for our protection, he claimed. But then it was clear that he considered our actions as an intrusion into his sphere of authority.

It took the Purser’s utmost persuasion to calm him enough to back off.

To his amazement Elijah and Tomas went into those down with fevers and sickness and raised them from their beds. Mawuli watched as I did the same for those with physical injuries.

Day Nine Hundred Forty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah had been taken out of our cell by a detail of guards, and not returned until hours later. My turn came immediately after so there had been no time to speak.

I was seated before a woman who was not a interrogator but rather, for lack of a better word, a salesman.

She extolled the benefits and virtues of taking on the mark. All persuasion – no threats, nor coercion.

She did not even ask for an immediate decision.

Elijah’s account mirrored mine.

I am comforted by the overwhelming sense that someone (or someones) somewhere were praying for us. I feel it at each intake of breath. It inspires me to be praying for them and for all I know.

Day Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I have to report that I have not made much headway today. All the streets pointing my way were filled with people heading away from my destination. I stopped many times to try to urge them not to abandon their homes. At least, not for this direction. When the time comes, I told them, we will all need to be fleeing in the opposite direction toward the bridge.

Only one individual stopped to treat with me. He harangued me and the others to continue with him.

He was the more persuasive. None abandoned him. None joined me. They left me to press on alone though surrounded on every side. They continue even now as I turn aside for the night.