stood radiant and resplendent, adorned in a gold crown, red velvet
gown with gold brocade, and golden sandals, atop a rolling Tuscan
hill of Heaven. She looked long and hard upon the Little Kingdom,
upon the even rows of grape vines, in autumn, pregnant with a
cornucopia of fruit awaiting harvest, sloping down to the misty
valley below. Soon it would be gone.
who rejoiced in life itself and had walked naked through the
fields of Heaven, in springtime, generating life from every footfall
and with every touch, was bereft with sadness at what was to
come. She stared down upon the black cape she held in her hands.
Soon enough, she would cloak herself in the dark shroud and turn
to stone, as part of God's plan.
goes it, Mother?" asked Thea, as she walked up to and stood
shoulder to shoulder with Flora.
does not go well," said Flora, who by her very nature was
incapable of lying. "Decimation and desolation are at hand."
you jest," said Thea. "The sun has just risen. The
mist will burn off by midmorning. The day is destined to be hot
and sunny without a cloud in the sky."
turned toward her daughter and looked her straight in the eyes.
yourself, my sweet Seraph, " said the Queen of Heaven, "for
by the end of this day Paradise will be upturned like a clod
of sod. These old grape vines that we view below us, with their
sparse but precious berries, will perish, as will the generation
who currently reside within the deific wombs of the Chorus. Angel
will set upon Angel, and Seraph upon Seraph, in a Heaven divided.
All will look upon you and your sisters to lead them in this
place and time of deific insurrection."
can this be?" asked Thea.
is what it is, as He is that He is," said Flora.
so?" asked Thea.
gazed upon the magnificence that was her Mother. She would see
her later in the day at the masque in the Crystal Palace. Thea
knew, even then, that the Mother of Creation would take no part
in the carnage that was to befall Heaven. She would step back,
bow out of the equation, and let destiny unfold come what may.
She would enshroud herself, turn to stone, and remain so until
the dreaded visions she had foreseen had come and gone.
was not escaping. She was stepping aside, as best she could and
for as long as she could tolerate the isolation, to allow God's
equation time to run its course. It was needed. It would be painful,
and the results would come at great sacrifice, but it was in
the best interest of Heaven that she do so.
wagon of Heaven had been mired in the mud of somnambulism for
a very long time. Now, everything was about to change, in the
hope that the cycle of stagnation, in which Heaven was stuck,
could be broken.
wind, the harbinger of things to come, blew in from the north.
It perturbed the long, fiery-orange hair that the Mother of Creation
and Thea shared. It cracked and destroyed the old wood of the
vineyard. It swept along the valley. It surged up the Tuscan
hills of Heaven, and it pounded against the heavy doors of the
sacred room containing the Mandala of Creation.
stratus overcast obscured the cerulean sky of Heaven, and from
the dark clouds snow flurries descended.
begins," said Flora, as she departed. "I take my leave
of you, daughter. May destiny help us all."
Heaven plunged into winter.
of the Seraphim copyright © 2009 Mark A. Carter. All