Day One Thousand Two Hundred Sixteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I am proud of Mawuli. He is exercising supreme control over his compulsion to wade down through these elite troops to get at his chief tormentor.

He has taken to heart Elijah’s advice (and warning) that any vengeance we could imagine to inflict upon Stan for his deeds would fall short by an infinity to the true justice he shall receive under the full weight of the Word.

For now he is content to share the vigil with Tomas and await developments.

He is as keen as I am to witness what is coming.

Later the Captain stirred more excitement when he brought news of more visitors.

I hurried to Elijah. Two of his disciples were there fresh from Babylon.

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Day One Thousand Ninety Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Of course, we did not concentrate on such topics while Sy and Elam led us out from underneath the rubble. And the rest of the day was consumed with seeking out and helping those trapped and or wounded.

Mei directed our efforts there.

Remarkably, there were injuries but no deaths. The best we can tell.

Elijah’s warning had made all the difference.

Come this morning we linked up again with Tomas. He had seen to the safety of the Supreme Commander. Who, once safe, was off and running for the front.

Then, we had time to consider our questions.

But on that matter we were inconclusive – except for our necessity of finding less conspicuous lodgings.

Again Tomas saw to that.

Day One Thousand Thirteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

His message delivered, Elijah’s pupil took  leave and returned to his prime assignment.

Before we left this morning, Quasimo found the hothead’s mangled body at the base of the nearby cliff. All we know for sure is the dead man’s link to the traitor, that fact supplied by visions given to the first twelve. And can only guess that his actions were all an act put on to throw off suspicion.

I shudder to think we were leading him back to the hiding place.

Another messenger appeared on our path. This one for Quasimo. He brought a warning for us to change our route to circumvent a new outpost keeping a watch in that quarter.

And an increase of patrols.

Day Eight Hundred Thirty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The traffic noise from the road was strong all night and intensified this morning. From our remove we scanned the length of the road section in view for the best point of crossing.

We set out for our chosen spot, but were overtaken on the way by Quasimo’s cousin. She had been dispatched to us with a warning.

A drone had circled the encampment at sunup, disappeared southward, then returned and headed westward. Quasimo believes it will return again and then head northward. She relayed his compulsion that we be alerted to that possibility.

We thanked her, only to have our gratitude increased when she suggested we follow the wadi around to the right where it crosses under a  bridge.

Day Six Hundred Eighty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah awoke first, and came and roused me. We collected Tomas and the Captain and departed our captors.

Both soldiers were in a deep, sound sleep.

Outside the crevice I had to hush our puzzled companions until we were further down the trail.

Later to my explanation the Captain said it was like one of the passages he had read to me recently. I concurred.

We looked for the army but the pass below was empty. Elijah told us it was imperative for us to catch up to them.

We picked up the pace, but I was not convinced it would make any difference. Another path at a fork looked to suffice and we took it despite its radiation warning.

Day Three Hundred One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our room has a view of the harbor. Ships crowd the docks. And many more are out in the roads, waiting to come in, or awaiting the best conditions to depart. We will have to find one that is going our way before the clock ticks down the last eight days.

Elijah led us into the highways and byways to proclaim the warning.

It was as though all had blinders on, eyes open to their tasks, and ears closed to anything outside their focus.

Then we noticed that the streets were filling with soldiers trying to separate us from the crowds. And Stan stood at their head.

Elijah resisted and they fell back in a swoon.

Stan could only retreat.

Day Two Hundred Ninety Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I left a note for Elam. Just with the thought that if he were able to free himself, he might come back here.

Given where we have to be before the next fifteen days elapse and what Elijah wants to accomplish in the next week, we took a swing through the affluent sector from the opposite end, proclaiming the warning at each step.

In short order we completed our task there and moved on into virgin territory on our slow march to the seaport.

I kept an eye pealed for a place for us to head quarter in while we plan our next steps in the neighboring sectors.

While doing so, I am sure I saw that woman shadowing us.

Day Two Hundred Eighty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I stayed behind. I had a strong desire to be alone in the Spirit. Elijah, up the night through was still going strong. He went forth with Elam at first light. He is committed to declaring the warning. There are still many sectors where his voice has not been heard. Though Elam is willing to take him everywhere, he is not sanguine as to their chances of success. For these remaining sectors have been the longest (and most willingly) under the mark.

About midday my focus switched from myself onto Elijah and Elam. Their time of need as it turns out. Elam saw the angelic army surrounding their position as their attackers turned on one another. Twenty days to go.

Day Two Hundred Eighty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

“Twenty eight days.”

Acting our herald in the streets, Elam continued to proclaim the warning.

We gathered a train of people on our way to the administration building. They saw us coming and shut and locked the doors in our faces.

As Elijah spoke to the assemblage, I circulated in their midst. Some people I recognized from past days, but the further out I went, they all seemed so new – and I could tell that they were hearing all of this for the first time.

When Elijah finished I turned back to join him. A small group accosted me. Each one complained to me that which ever direction they tried they were denied exit.

I had no answer for them.

Day Two Hundred Eighty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elam, the name of the former madman, goes where we go and lives where we live. He hangs on every word that Elijah passes on to him.

Sy’s parents invited us (Elam included) around to the back of their residence where they supplied us with food. Elijah again tried to persuade them to go to their son, adding that the city’s days are numbered. They declined again, but this time I sense some hesitation.

We turned our faces to the city center. Along the way Elam stopped at each cross street and called out the dire warning. “Twenty nine days!”

Elijah spoke on the administration building’s steps. They still deny us access.

The crowds are getting bigger and linger longer.