Day Four Hundred Ninety Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The drought of people has come to an end. Scores of travelers, all lighting their way with torches, passed us on the road tonight, heading to the town behind us.

Elijah questioned the first group. They are under orders to proceed back to their homes and are to be in place before a scheduled census. To a man they are filled with praise for the world government and are eager to please its supreme leader.

Subsequent individuals related the same sentiments and were questioning why we were headed away from the town.

Elijah simply replied that we were under other orders.

With the new day it was difficult to find an unoccupied shelter, as many travelers had the same thought.

Day Four Hundred Ninety One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The terrain of our passage last night was for the most part level and easy going. I judge that we have covered the most ground yet.

As the first glimmer of dawn was stretching its fingers in our direction it revealed a town huddled around the road ahead.

Again no inhabitants were evident. Though the sound of engines rumbled somewhere within.

We were cautious on approach.

Elijah was intent on finding the best place to rest for the day. I was alert for the source of the engine noise.

Our road did not take a direct route through the town, but took a right turn off a central square.

As we took that turn we saw a truck speed away.

Day Four Hundred #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah and I have come to the same conclusion. Stan is here to extend and widen the reach of the world government.

But we disagree on what to do next. I believe his appearance was the answer to our “when to leave” question. Now.

Elijah clings to the notion that we still have a responsibility. What that is exactly, remains a mystery.

In my considered opinion, all followers of Hamashiach are safely out of his reach.

A case in point, the former owners of this inn were believers that left. The current possessors, we have learned, simply took over.

All the remaining denizens in this town are ripe to receive the “mark” for his promises.

What is left to do?

Day Three Hundred Twenty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

In my dreams, the world government official had no face. But it was not surprising that he turned out to be our old nemesis. He saw me, of course, but I am certain he does not realize that I saw him.

He disappeared as the ship entered the island’s single port.

Elijah and I were well away from the ship on our errands before unloading commenced this morning.

We passed through the town and made directly for the summit of the mountain, which is the whole reason behind the island’s existence. A caldera actually.

The minute we set foot on the trail, a tremor staggered us. We did not turn back, but pressed on.

Something is stirring within the mountain.