The Negev Desert-Day 1
The two groups came together and continued to set up the camp, designating separate areas for different purposes. Lev instructed one of the helicopter pilots to radio the villa, and soon, another convoy of trucks full of equipment was en route.
The cooks threw more meat on the grill in anticipation of the new arrivals while Leo helped some young people carry long folding tables into an enormous screened mess tent Lev and his staff had erected next to the mobile kitchen.
John and Ariella took charge of setting up generator-powered lights to illuminate the area around the perimeter where another group was busy setting up a row of large ten-person tents with a series of portable latrines nearby.
Around nine o’clock at night, a line of headlights could be seen in the distance. The second convoy, bringing more supplies and additional staff from Lev’s villa, soon rolled into camp, spurring another round of unloading and organizing. There were twenty-four people in the new group, half of them women. They had been summoned to perform various roles, including security, medical, communications, archaeological excavation, photography, transportation, and supply. The helicopters were being secured for the night by their crews and would remain with the expedition, as it was now being called, for as long as they were needed.
Alon and Daniel began work on setting up a special communications facility in the center of camp. It was an improved version of the inflatable tents designed before the Gulf War for the harsh desert environment. It came complete with its own power source and the air-conditioning necessary for the sensitive electronic equipment.
Antennas began to sprout up around the perimeter of the new facility like a giant spider web. One of the vehicles in the second convoy was a huge four-wheel-drive tanker truck full of water, which was conveniently placed between the kitchen and a second inflatable tent used for showering.
Exhausted from the day’s work, everyone in camp finally gathered around the steaming platters of food that were coming in a steady stream from the kitchen to the tables in the mess tent. Candles provided a soft, flickering light while a CD of classical music played in the background. Bottles of Israeli wine were passed around, and soon, the evening began to take on the aura of an impromptu party in the middle of the Negev Desert.
Lev and Leo sat at one of the long tables and enjoyed the stillness of the moment. Leo was still amazed at how the Bible had led them to this spot in the middle of nowhere, and he was anxious to learn more about his new friends and their work on the code.
Lev reached over and poured some white wine in Leo’s glass. “We share a common bond, Leo, a bond formed by our faith in Christ and the knowledge that our numbers are slowly dwindling. I believe this group here tonight represents one of many seeds that will soon spread throughout the world. In fact, I would call them all
That got Leo’s attention.
“What do you know about those who are mentioned in the code as chosen, Professor? Have you found any more names in the Bible listed as chosen for this task?”
“So far, we only have the five names Daniel found. No one else here is mentioned in the code, but they all support our mission. Even though all these people have gathered here at this time and this place to do God’s bidding, only those whose names are encoded in the Bible will be tasked with retrieving the object we were sent to find.”
The two men looked around at the others from their place at the end of the table. They were enjoying the camaraderie of this special group of men and women who had volunteered to help solve an ancient mystery, despite a clear warning about the danger they all faced.
John entered the tent, wearing fresh jeans and a clean white T-shirt borrowed from a staff member.
“I see the new shower tent has been christened,” Leo said.
“What a great idea, a tent with running water. I feel like a new man. There’s nothing like a cool shower before dinner, even if it is almost midnight.”
Lev winked at Leo. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Living this close to the desert all our lives has helped us learn a few tricks to keep comfortable.”
Ariella entered the tent with the stray dog wrapped in a towel.
“What on earth are you doing with that dog?” Lev asked.
“He needed a bath too. He smelled terrible. Since he’s staying with us, he’s going to be well-groomed.”
The mess tent had taken on the din of a popular bistro at happy hour. Everyone was chatting all at once and enjoying the sumptuous meal created by the cooks. Alon seemed happier than usual and had his arm draped over the shoulder of one of the female helicopter pilots. Ariella introduced her to Leo and John as Alon’s fiancee, Nava. The couple apparently had not seen each other in months and couldn’t take their eyes off each other.
John and Ariella retreated to a far corner of the tent to engage in some quiet conversation while the former stray dog slept soundly at their feet after having made the rounds of every table and receiving his fill of handouts.
“Those two are starting to look like a couple,” Lev said, watching his daughter and John alone at a table. He sighed before turning his attention back to Leo. “Do you have any knowledge of group dreams and prophecy, Father?”
“Well, my specific area of study is ancient Christian sects and how they came to form the Catholic Church, but I recall several documented cases of group dreams occurring throughout history among the faithful. Some are what I would call inspirational dreams that have a positive effect and can spur people on to achieve great things in the name of God. Others seem to be more prophetic in nature, predicting either catastrophic or miraculous events. These dreams can also be a warning, offering instead a vision of things to come for those who refuse to heed God’s word.”
“Can these dreams come from somewhere other than God?” Lev asked. “I mean, could Satan inspire group dreams in people?”
“Well, I guess when you’re talking about dreams with religious overtones, there’s really no way to tell. A lot depends on the content of the dream and what you may or may not be asked to do in them. Mental institutions and prisons are full of people who did some really bad things they believed God had told them to do in a dream.”
Lev shifted uneasily in his seat. “I haven’t mentioned this before, Leo, but many of us here have been having dreams about coming to this desert together, including myself. I guess there’s been some concern about where these dreams are truly coming from.”
“For the most part, we all see a terrible storm over the desert.”
Leo felt a sudden chill as the hair raised up on his arms.
“I don’t know if Morelli told you, Father,” Lev said, “but I’ve had the gift of prophecy since I was a child.”
Leo put his glass down and looked Lev right in the eyes. This man was serious. Leo had a knack for being able to tell if someone was telling the truth or pulling his leg. In his entire career as a Jesuit priest, he had met only one other person who had the gift of prophecy, and that person was the previous pope.
“Do you mean you actually see things that happen in the future?”
Lev looked embarrassed. “Well, yes. It’s only happened a few times and I never know when it will occur again. When I was a student, I told one of my teachers in school that I had dreamed about the American president being shot and killed. The next day, President Kennedy was assassinated. I also dreamed about the World Trade Center being hit by airplanes the night before the attack.”
Leo was dumbstruck. A real-life prophet here and now in this day and age. Morelli must have been totally beside himself when he met this man. One of his main goals in life had been to meet a real prophet living in today’s world. Morelli had believed that by meeting a modern prophet whose prophesies could be verified, he could validate stories from the Old Testament about the prophets of old.
“But you said others in your group have been having dreams about coming to the desert.”
“Only lately. Those of us mentioned as chosen have had the same dream for the past two weeks. We’re all praying that these dreams are coming from God and not somewhere else.”
Leo thought for a moment. “Have any of the others had prophetic dreams in the past?”
“No, and we’re not sure that these dreams are even prophetic, because nothing we saw in the dreams has
