Houston (and, oh yes, Tel Aviv) ground control to the Subcommandante!
You may start your re-entry sequence. Point the Lunar Escort module toward Earth, do a decelleration burn and prepare to return to the Home Planet.
Jonathan, Yitzak and Devorah (It’s the 21st century, women are astronauts) are descending in the Landing Module, they have picked a clear spot on the rugged lunar surface. Success is assured, we have represented all flavors of the faith- Yitzak is Orthodox, Jonathan, Conservative, but Devorah—Reform. Any minute now, they will touch down and trigger the miracle forseen by the unsung genius, wild-eyed and unkempt visitor to the Columbia University campus more that 35 years ago. Is he alive to see the tranformation?
The Subcommandante certainly is, but the best place to see the impact of the miracle is not from geostationary orbit. The real action, as the moon turns verdant after the three astronauts touch its surface is Lala(you know all the verses) stan, where muttism, corruption, ignorance will vanish in a flash and Verizon will order 50 million 1993 vintage VEF phones for the US market.
So deorbit, Subcommandante, hit those retrorockets and feel pull of gravity again. The Home Planet awaits you, your work is being done. Behold the moon, as three astronauts of the Jewish faith step on its surface, realizing the prophecy.
And to ease your anxiety during the re-entry, just chant “3JTTM”! “3JTTM!”