The Throne of Glory Within

My angelic son, Shmuel Yedidya, true to his name, a friend of God, got off the transport. The door caught his coat, and so he was dragged, and he ascended above to the throne of glory. They said they shouted at the driver to stop, but what I heard was people crying out to the master of the universe, "Stop, sovereign of the world, say enough to our suffering, the firstborn in the heart." It's as if someone took a knife and cut inside your heart and took out the This winter's always here, it never leaves. What can we do? You know, some people need to travel to the Western Wall, some need to go to Meron, to Rachel, our matriarch's tomb. And there are those for whom it's in their heart, because their precious son, who sits beside the throne of glory, is here. And so the throne of glory is here inside the heart.