Jaiden had retired to her hut.  She knew the people would manage when she returned, she'd trained Maria well as a midwife and medicine woman.  Granted, the woman couldn't heal but she was capable and would do her best.  And the organization would keep the medicine and supplies flowing.  She'd found a market for the lovely stitchery that the women did.  And there were herbs in the jungle and plants that would help the world if she could keep the loggers out of there.  She'd caught a few thoughts that confused her.  Something about bringing the beer.  She puzzled over that as she settled in for the night.<br/><br/>She typed on her small pocket laptop, it was tiny and used very little battery power but she still used it sparingly.  She had to get new batteries each time she went into the city.  And recharge it.  Tonight though, the batteries were working and she could type some thoughts in.<br/><br/><em>I just don't understand what is going on with our government.  While I was in the city, meeting with the Ambassador, I ran across a couple of men I think were CIA, they were thinking about a new project, one where they would assist both sides in this war to keep it going.  It's unconscionable to consider more death.  Yet we do, whether or not it is sanctioned is beyond me.  I can't let on that I know but perhaps I can began to broker a peace next time.  The Ambassador seemed to think that my contact with the leaders of both sides as a mediator would at least bring about a truce.  If he knew the truth though, he'd be terrified.  I could push them into it, but if someone is working against me, they aren't going to want to let me get close enough to do that.  Then again, maybe it isn't right to use my gifts that way.  Perhaps I should just concentrate on healing.  That's what I'm about next.  It seems the President's son is very ill, most of the doctors aren't giving him a chance, I'll have to work hard to do this healing without anyone the wiser.  Luckily thanks to my research here, I have some new medicines that we can try out. Then I can return to Opelle and help my friends again.</em><br/><br/>Her entry finished she coded it and locked her machine, slipping it into her small bag.  She sighed as she went to sleep and her dreams were troubled, causing her to toss and turn.<br/>