Day Six Hundred Ninety One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I was the one who stumbled upon the right path this time. Tomas had just returned from an unsuccessful attempt to find a way down when I arrived with the good news.

After an hourlong descent we  were on the level of the pass. Signs were everywhere of the army’s passage: abandoned and broken down equipment, strewn trash and spent fire pits. The area must have been used a multitude of times by different units of the army as it passed along.

After the briefest of rests, we took to the trail again. It was very easy going, our only impediment, having to walk around garbage dumps.

We hadn’t gotten far when the Captain noticed that we were being watched.

Day Three Hundred Forty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

And His thoughts higher than our thoughts.

Both Elijah and I were newly encouraged that we are indeed on the right path. That we are exactly where we are supposed to be, doing exactly what we were meant to do.

Elijah asked the Purser if there were other followers of Hamashiach among the crew. For sure he was aware of two others, with several other possibles. Then, the thought occurred to me to ask if any crewman bore the mark.

The Purser thought not. For they were never in one place long enough for any government authorities to force the issue. Besides the Captain was very protective of them in that way.

Then he caught himself, perhaps the First Mate.