As the relocation efforts of the Heavens proceed—and more and more details of its nature and new location are leaked—ever increasing numbers of pilgrims flock to the edge of the rift hoping to be the first to behold, if not enter into, its renovated splendour.
“Discover New Moments Beyond Time”; “Experience the New Immaculation”; “Unexplored Directions Await ”; “Lust in Brand New Ways” read the promotional brochures.
Not heeding the advisement of local authorities, more and more begin to crowd the edge of the curve causing the dimensional seams to bulge and swell under their weight.
Despite the sworn testimony of several high ranking celestial officials regarding Neu Heaven’s “bold and innovative” admission policy, claims “the new policy [regarding entry] will be beyond expression…ineffable”, and that “[the] previous emphasis regarding penances, pious comportments and external exercises will be disregarded [and that] a new algebra of Love, tolerance and acceptance will soon be implemented” legions of Cherubim are dispatched to form a perimeter stretching beyond direction preventing any and all from achieving anything remotely close to nearness with the center.
Silent and stoic they prohibit sight, sound and even imagination from proceeding.
Wishing to remain anonymous, a prophet claiming to represent “the Neu Binary” commented on this apparent contradiction in true prophetic fashion stating:
“Perhaps we are, like, meant to understand that like, in the act of perceiving “banishment” or “exclusion”, or, like “alienated otherness” through “assumption” or “reason” we are mistaking that there is a veil or mirror as opposed to getting, like, the true experience of admission, man…the latter is, like totally without “activity”, man, which is, like, to say that, like, isn’t “it” just a resting, loving, wondering apprehension of the manifestation of the divine that we are, like supposed to, like, be?…man, how can you not see that, man?”
Occasionally glimpses of saucers can be seen overhead, passing between the beyonds. Sometimes there are sonic booms. Talk of the Ma’ase merkavah [ed. deeds of the chariots] inspire wild speculation amongst the more conspiratorially minded. They claim the saucers are ferrying in everything from the first inhabitants (cabinet members, civil servants, engineers etc.) to sundries for the shopping plazas.
Conjecture and hypothesizing aside, for now all one can do is wait, patiently under the implacable, watching eyes of the silent Cherubim and their terrible flaming swords…
