Akko, Israel, what a place this is turning out to be. Samir, Mowad, and everyone that passes though the Light House Hostel. I am working here for a bed and some food. My job is cleaning three hours a day, watching the office twice a day for thirty minutes, and helping the manager sort out his mind and affairs. I have decided to stay in his life for a while and not to throw some money in passing as a “here you go – don’t you see that i am trying to be good” but getting to know these people, meet their children, what they think problems are.
So now i help Mowad to step out away from the beast, or at least as far as he is comfortable. I use that which perpetuates the injustice to grease all the hinges binding him. This allows for a quick un-hung, unlocking of the one to that destroyer of souls. But once you are free then you must remember the parable of the man who cleansed his house only to have more filthy daemons occupy it after it had once only one.
Shall i be taken advantage of? I have hope that i will not but we shall see. Akko is a beautiful quiet city of mostly Arabs. Many of them have much to say about politics and few talk of religion and some talk of spirituality but most talk Arabic and i cannot understand them anyway.
I was to call Sevgilim, i bought the phone card and all but on the night of the full moon i reached, or tried to reach her another way. I was standing on the wall of this city and i was feeling very a powerful pull into her direction as i brought her forth into my mind. My Father is answering my prayers of asking him to strengthen my spirit. Prophetic night visions are one, having more trust is two, having less care for money or worldly securities is another. We shall see about things with Sevgilim when we are able to be together again.