The Methodism of Jack Wilson

Oct 26, 1995

¨Somewhere in the foothills near Taos N. M.¨

I look down on the picture postcard world below me, and reflect that this landscape also is endangered by the so-called “progress” of those whose usury involves not money, but land. Now that the tribes who used to defend the land have been delivered up to Heaven in tortuous rapture, it is probably only economic accident which has kept Big Money and the Realtors from defiling this little remnent of the Terrestrial Paradise which used to be.

This used to be the Pure Land. The problem is, that delivering worthy pilgrims to the Pure Land became one of the principal pillars of several Western European economies. To compound the problem, most of the original pilgrims were saints in a religion which put a very high premium on sexual abstinence, but whose social education process was so poor that Salvation Through Faith had to be invoked to excuse the compulsive rapacity of most of the Christian people.

No wonder that the Blunderbuss was all they had to offer!

Nowadays, except for the remnant, everyone has forgotten that the rapture really happened. The Easterners who gave us Western novels would be threatened if we started to see it like it really is. Apartheid and Ethnic Cleansing became a blight upon the Pure Land.

Jack Wilson knew that he had made some mistakes, and that was why he had survived the Rapture. But he also understood that, after God’s Little Brother had been given about a century to show the signs and wonders torture can accomplish, the Good Creator would come back to drive Big Money and the Realtors out of the Pure Land.

“Believe me,” cries Jack Wilson from his Methodist pulpit up there in the sky, “Big Money and The Realtors have filled the Pure Land with idolatries. It is only the ghosts who must ride this range who have protected it so far, from the indignity that Big Money and the Realtors wish to inflict on every patch of ground that still looks like the earth did in the day that it was created. The reason you must do the Ghost Dance is that it will enable you to keep the memory of Those Who Were Raptured. Paradoxically, it shall be The Raptured who shall reach down with eagle feathers and shield you from the fury, when the Gourd of Ashes burns the cities, and the Ghost of General Custer is seen committing genocide among all of the tribes of the earth.

“There is only one great weakness in the contracts through which they shall seek to enslave you. By their own laws, the captains of Big Money and the Realtors should be made to pay back what they stole when they kidnaped the African and brought him to Kansas to plow up our soil. So long as God’s Little Brother remains in control, the good topsoil of Kansas shall try to fly away to join the good dead Indians. But the time shall come, when the people shall notice how the forked tongue flickers, and ask themselves how it could be that God’s Little Brother has gotten control of the churches. The people shall awaken and turn to the Good Lord, and ask just how this could be.

“When faith is awakened, the sun shall come forth from the clouds. And those who have recognized the Good Creator shall all join hands, and they shall destroy the reputations and chain up the dominion of those whose deeds are destroying the earth.”

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