Today again two were raised up into a certain forecourt of the very inward heaven, and from there they spoke with me, saying in a loud voice that the eye had never seen, nor could the mind ever grasp, such things! I even felt the happiness itself in me for a time, as well as a sort of waft of pleasure felt in the very inward heaven by one who had been transferred there, and who cried out, saying that he could not bear the joy, if he were not let down; but being surrounded by angels of God the Messiah, he was able to stay there [cf. 293]. 1747, the 5th day of December. One of them, guided into certain habitations of the very inward heaven, cried out, saying that he was feeling an unceasing variation of delights, accompanied by a very deep sense of joy. Someone was also raised up with them as an angelic companion, but he said that he noticed nothing of the kind; so that apparent height does not accomplish anything, but only the inward and more inward qualities of heaven. But those two were only at the outskirts of the very inward heaven, because, not having been dead for very long, they were still not prepared to enter more inwardly. They cried out again, saying there are countless different kinds of delights, so many that no language could ever give expression to them. They really wanted to describe the very wonderful harmony, but could not. They seemed to themselves to have been caught up into the third heaven, but it was only the forecourt of the very inward heaven, as I am now being told. 1747, the 5th day of December.