June 2, 1849
I can no longer sleep. My dreams burn my eyes and flicker at all times like a candle wick left too long.
I was asked to leave the church this morning. I am no longer welcome there either. I sat for hours in the park, unable to close my eyes for fear the visions would return.
It is the only place I have left, the only place I can be near others and feel the warmth of the wanted.
I write again so I may calm my mind and find a place in which I can allow my mind to clear that I might find dreamless sleep.
June 2, 1849
I awake -- the dream was of a flaming ring falling to its center, turning as water. All around it were bodies of fire and energy as the heat of a flame twists the world around it.
I felt no fear. The ring turned round me and I saw [X] beneath [X] the surface were many rings, balls of fire and of light, turning to no end and I know how that creation and oblivion were its purpose.
The Beginning and the End.
June 9, 1849
Elim -- I hear the word in my dream, was whispered to me as I sit in the park. They are coming. The word is spoken.
I can no longer close my eyes. The visions come to me in flashes with even the slightest blink of the eye. I know I cannot hope to hide. I write now but my mind turns, spinning and fluttering like a stone cast into the abyss.
They will come upon the earth in fire and light, bringing with them only war.