I just dawned on me that we must be in Paradise now!
After all 1975 brought the end of the world, for which end we all sacrificed having children, careers, interesting work, hobbies and oral sex. I missed some of those things [some more than others], but in the end it was good to set foot in that New Earth, especially once we got the stench from the 6,000,000,000 dead behind us, and the shite off our 'newly inherited' luxury automobiles [those damndable carion birds].
By now all the 'annointed' have surely died and gone to heaven, and I love having Tiger's and Lion's and Bears, oh my, in my backyard, while I munch on grapes and watch the brothers next door build a new house. [Gee I always wondered why they just didn't take that nice mansion out on Gates Road like I planned on doing after the pesky 'worldly people' got the bolt].
Why, my new picket fence is made entirely of old church steeples [though some of them were a bit charred]. And since we don't eat animals anymore, and the earth is producing in abundance, I always have plenty of leftover lentil stew for my pet cheetah. [He looks a little ribby though and has been giving me the eye.]
Last week we put the finishing touches on the new Theocratic Library of Indoctrination down the road. Since we destroyed all history books, the resurrected ones are truly enjoying the educational opportunities here locally. Hopefully they all get to go to Patterson within a few years to see where God's Holy Spirit directed things not long ago. The hardest part is telling them that, sadly, all the relatives are dead and bird-eaten, but thankfully for them, they got to die before Armageddon, and did not get judged for the wicked things they were doing then, like 'eating and drinking' instead of 'service and meetings'.
One of the thrilling things we have done here is to gather all the literature we had on our shelves, and 'pretend' we are in service. SInce no one was ever home in our territory anyway, now that they are all dead, service had not changed all that much. Of course, we don't work the 'wealthy hoods' now, since most of the brotherhood lives there now. We never called on one another before the big A, why would we do it now?
Still, life seems a little boring, since there is no false religion to bash, no commercialism to condemn, no crosses to fear, and even the demons are out of the way. [So those spooky nights telling stories about the demons just isn't as scary now.] But there is plenty of good hard work to do. Why our territory alone comprised 1500 square miles, and that is a helluva lot of mowing to keep up with, not to mention the trimming and the flowers, and the building work. I hear that the GB is now suggesting that perhaps the dinosaurs will be back soon to eat the vegetation..... God I hope so.... my back is killing me.
Jeff