Day One Thousand Two Hundred Eighteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We no longer have a reason to go onward to Babylon. For the Spirit has delivered Mr. Kagi to us. Leastways as it seems to our understanding.

But we had much discussion on this point after Mr. Kagi and Elijah’s disciples filled us in on the situation there.

According to Mr. Kagi the coalition of the armies of the East and North will need to act soon while they have the supplies and the strength.

The desalination plants in Babylon have been reduced to rubble. Though possessing a huge reserve they want to advance and capture their enemy’s before theirs is consumed.

Elijah’s disciples believe that the time is imminent and they desire to depart before their armies flood in.

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Day One Thousand One Hundred Fifty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

This last leg of our journey has sapped our strength and taxed our comprehension. Every where we turned our way was blocked. We had exhausted, it seems, all the approaches to the hiding place from the west and down towards Damascus.

Finally we gave up going in that direction and doubled back around to the north. There, at last, we found a way clear that was headed in the right direction.

The night had ended long before and we were tired. But we wanted to struggle on after a brief rest. (Besides, the path was more of a track – better traversed in daylight).

So, with Tomas in the lead and Elijah right behind we gained the hiding place by day’s end.

Day Eight Hundred Thirty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Despite our times on and off watch through the night and then the daylight hours, Elijah and I continued to gain strength. Partaking of the well water liberally, helped tremendously.

I was on the last watch before our departure when the jackals returned. I nudged Elijah awake.

As it was still light, we had a better view of these animals than last time.

They were horribly deformed, as well as emaciated. Their obvious hunger was spurring them to the attack.

Elijah cracked the lead one on the head with his staff. Its skull fractured in pieces and its body fell in a heap. The other jackal turned and fled.

We set out as planned, remaining on guard against its return.

Day Six Hundred Forty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We have spent the whole day here. Barely moving. And shall spend the night too, rather than travel on.

The Captain has seen to the comfort and rest of our young friend Tomas. His condition and the weakening constitution of Elijah will keep us here overnight and possibly a few days more.

It is now clear why the discipline of fasting was denied me. My strength was necessary to tend to the needs of others in our group.

One item of curiosity has surfaced from among the many things Tomas related to us about his recent trip. Tanker trucks, traveling with the army are draining every body of water they pass by.

They take seriously the drought proclaimed by Elijah.

Mother’s Day poem

Today’s a day
Like any other
The sun will shine
The birds will sing

But this day
Not like any other
We set aside
To sing your praise

For your strength
For your wisdom
For your love
We thank you now

All these things
You give your family
Every day
Come rain or shine

Now we rise and
Call you blessed
And I’m grateful
You are mine.

RWOz2

Day Two Hundred Twenty Four Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

Sense the danger is past. And the calming silence gives way to the whispers of the Spirit.

He infuses strength and a knowledge of His promised presence even through the coming trials.

Linger long by the drinking pool.

Day Two Hundred Fifteen Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

I am at my green patch. Arrived well before the sun.

It is an oasis. No water yet, but I sense it in the air. I have much area to explore. And shall have to do that within the limits of my strength.

Now for rest.

Day Two Hundred Eleven Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

The gnawing in my stomach urges me on that I might forget it in other activities.

It returns full force when like now I rest from my march. But I must avoid the heat of the day and its draining affect on my remaining strength.

The oasis beckons from the horizon.

Day Two Hundred Eleven Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

Heat and hunger impede my steps. Though the first diminishes as the night evolves.

Upon setting out I found a walking stick, or staff, as one might say, considering its size. It has been helpful. It’s strength has become mine. I poke in advance of me whenever the way appears treacherous.