Another vision - concerning Israel - how can I describe what was portrayed to me? A lone man standing where the table use to be, the wall destroyed, sand. There was nothing left but this one man. His face was hidden from me. On his back he carried a great burden (or was it a shadow of some burden?). A great eagle appeared that seemed to be a part of the man (or was the man a part of the eagle?) A golden bird, beautiful - huge - wings outstretched - soaring - it disappeared. I called out to it, don’t leave me here - take me with you - it didn’t hear my voice - my voice was a mere whisper, an echoing whisper in the land - like the wind through sand. I wanted to climb onto its back, to fly with it, to feel the freedom it offered, to soar high and feel the wind in my face and be surrounded by the warmth of its great feathers but it wasn’t aware of my existence. A great feeling of sadness swept over me as I turned to look at the burning, blistering desolate land - I knew I would have to cross it - that there would be no sanctuary from the pain that it offered. Each step was an agony - each tear drop offered was the blood of those who had died, even the tree of life had withered and the golden cup laid battered and empty as I was empty. I gathered up the withered roots and the battered cup and as I walked these things became a part of me. And what of the end? There was no end - no end to the pain and the suffering and the agony ... only emptiness ...