The Watchtower

The Jehovah's Witness man in the tan suit with thin moustache showed up at my door again. He seems to come about once a month these days. He no longer has the young boy with him, whom he calls "Mr. Jackson," which is good because that always made the exchanges slightly uncomfortable, as the boy would remain silent during my conversations with the old man.

My windows and front door were open to let the warm air of early March in, as an eccentric incense burned in the kitchen and Peruvian mountain music played on the stereo. I heard him calling over the music in his gruff voice "hello!?!" I did not want to deal with him so I hid in the shower for a few minutes. He did not leave so I decided to show myself and at least take his magazines (which I often cut up for collages and other more sinister purposes) and bid him good day.

His literature and his rap mostly dealt with what God's Kingdom would be like -- see picture above -- and he assured me said kingdom was coming quite soon. I remain perplexed as to why pictures of God's Kingdom always feature children riding on elephants and women carrying baskets of bountiful produce amongst flowing fountains. The magazine reports that the kingdom will be "firmly established" by the ruling megalomaniac male deity and "it will never be overthrown."

I told him that God's Kingdom sounded pretty lame and male dominated to me. I then told him that I could show him the Goddess Kingdom (Queendom?) which is already here, if he would but follow me a few miles outside of town, deep into the secret wild spaces within the forest. He laughed nervously and handed me another pamphlet, this one titled "How to Protect Your Children From the Occult."