Day One Hundred Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Per Lyle, yesterday’s inquisitors made it plain that the eldest member of any group had to make the petition for admittance.

Thus I found myself designated to appear on our behalf at this new gatehouse this morning.

I was calm before the gatekeepers, and answered all the questions they posed. Their demeanors were courteous and efficient, but enigmatic. And they asked the oddest questions. Nothing about occupation, what we could do for them, and nothing about where we come from.

I view it now as their attempt to classify us as to our beliefs.

I thought that all who are headed here, are here because they do believe, and have been called.

Whatever I said we are now in.

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Day One Hundred Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

   Our hopes were raised this morning when the first six petitioners were admitted. When told “yes,” they appeared before the gate and waved the rest of their party forward.

However the next five were turned away. This set me thinking that there may be a daily quota in effect. Lyle must have read my thoughts for he spoke the idea out loud. The widow admitted that this idea had never occurred to her.

   But then as people continued to answer the call up to the gate, I thought why not just close down for the day.

   Still we kept advancing behind people who went up and back down again. Finally the day ended.  Tomorrow we will be first in line.