Day Nine Hundred Fifty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I have to shake off the creeping mindset that has been pushing aside the still, small voice of the Spirit. Vigilance is called for.

I have been so wound up in our own situation, wanting to be free, and desiring the same for our people here, that I was blinded to the turmoil in which our poor captors find themselves.

The very basis for their beliefs has been challenged, or one might say, ground to powder.

Reuben is helping me to see this.

Somehow we must show them the remedy to their disillusionment. And Reuben has pointed out what may be the key. They are men under authority, and with the one they know crumbling, they need the true one.

Day Five Hundred Sixty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Another day drenched in darkness. But I sought the remedy early on. At least earlier than on that past occasion.

However, the troubling of my soul continued. Visions of wholesale disaster claimed my attention at every turn. I would recoil from one scene of slaughter only to run headlong onto ground heaving under the force of a mighty earthquake.

I cried out and was immediately lifted up out of the chaos and tumult.

And there I spent the remainder of my time in an enveloping peace. I could see our ship sailing along unimpeded though challenged on every side.

Upon emerging from the special cabin I sought Elijah and shared with him my vision.

He had the same experience yesterday.