This is not fantasy, this is what we were taught to expect when we were Jehovah's Witnesses.
- Michael Pendley
DAY 1
Well, the Big A is over and I survived. I made my way down to the
Kingdom Hall this morning. By the end of the day most of the
congregation had gathered at the Hall. Some brothers and sisters are
still missing, Ed Thorn, our presiding overseer, told us that those who
were missing should have spent more time in field service.
DAY 2

Brother
Thorn called a special meeting this morning. He announced that he and
the other elders would now be assuming full authority over our new
community until contact was reestablished with headquarters. All
decisions regarding community regulations, living arrangements, work
assignments, and other matters would be at the sole discretion of the
elders.
Sam Greene objected to this dictatorial policy
until Thorn pulled out a letter from the Society dated several months
ago which stated that, after Armageddon, the local body of elders would
be responsible for all decisions until otherwise directed by the
Society. Sam voiced no further objections. The rest of us also accepted
the new arrangement.
The first new rule was not long in coming - all
brothers and sisters were required to report to the Kingdom Hall at 8:00
every morning to receive work assignments and other instructions.
DAY 3
Brother Thorn has assigned me lo the burial
detail. It seems that most of us single brothers have been assigned this
unpleasant duty. The dead bodies are already starting to get to me. It
sickens me to watch the birds and other animals scavenge the corpses. I
actually saw a raven pluck out an eyeball today. Disgusting! Rob Johnson
got a bulldozer running and has begun to dig a large common grave. My
job is to go around collecting bodies and load them into the back of a
pickup truck.
DAY 4
We had our first judicial hearing today. Larry
and Sue Winters had moved into the McRae mansion in what was once the
exclusive Cypress Oaks subdivision. The problem was that Sister Thorn
had already had her eye on the place and, as wife of the presiding
overseer; she figured that she should have first choice. Brother Thorn
told Brother and Sister Winter that they had no right to claim anything
without approval of the elders. They were ordered to get out of the
house by nightfall. The Winters were very disappointed but they agreed
to move out.
DAY 5
At the morning meeting, the Thorns announced that
they would be moving into the McRae place. The Winters were livid, but
they didn't say anything. It was also announced that the surrounding
estate homes had been assigned to the other elders. Position has
privilege, even in the New World .
Some of the brothers have started calling the
area "Elder Hill." It was also announced that anyone wanting to
appropriate a home must first file a request with the elders. I have
decided to stay in my own house. It doesn't seem right to move into
someone else's home, even if they were worldly. It makes me sad when I
go into someone's house and see the family pictures and personal
belongings. Most of the others don't feel this way, it doesn't bother
them to loot the dead.
DAY 8
The elders announced a new meeting schedule at
the morning meeting. On Sunday, we will still have the public talk
followed by a study of old Watchtower articles until we get new
magazines. On Tuesday night, we will have a congregational book study.
The Service Meeting has been canceled (no need for it anymore) along
with the Ministry School . They have been replaced by an instructional
session to be held on Friday night. This new meeting will instruct us on
how to conduct ourselves in the New World Society. The best thing, of
course is no more field service!
DAY 10
This burial work is taking a heavy toll on me. I
can't help but feel saddened at the waste of so much human life. Why
couldn't Jehovah have found a way to save more people? The children are
the worst, I can't stand to see their little bodies anymore. I don't
think I'll report for work tomorrow.
DAY 11
I didn't go to work today. Ed Thorn came by later
in the morning and asked me why I wasn't at work. I told him I didn't
feel well. He told me to get to work, that everyone feels well all the
time in the New World . He also told me that depression, and mental
anxiety were things of the past. Of course, he doesn't have to bury the
bodies.
DAY 14
It's been two weeks now. I really miss things
like electricity and running water. I wonder if we'll ever get those
things working again. Rob Johnson and I borrowed a generator from the
Hall last night and hooked it up to my television and VCR. We had a
great time watching some "Star Trek" videos and a tape of last year's
Super bowl. I really miss television.
DAY 15
At the morning meeting, Brother Thorn publicly
reprimanded Rob and I for watching television. The elders have decided
that, henceforth, watching videos is prohibited since we do not want our
new paradise to be contaminated by the old world. Thorn speculated that
one day we might have "theocratic television" from the Society. The
Watchtower Channel? Spare me.
DAY 20
Still no word from the Society. We have spoken to
representatives from surrounding congregations but the elders are not
allowing anyone to travel. Carol Woods wanted to visit her sister in the
next county to see if she made it through okay, but Brother Thorn told
her to stay put and be patient. After all, she would have plenty of time
to see her sister later. I think that was a cruel thing to say.
DAY 30
We finally finished most other the burial work. I
am so relieved. The scavenger birds are still hanging around. I have
grown to hate the sight of the fat, disgusting creatures. One of the
things attacked me today. I guess they have acquired a taste for human
flesh.
DAY 45
Many other brothers and sisters are getting sick
of being bossed around by the elders. They run things like an old South
plantation, we are the slaves, and they are the overseers. I have been
reassigned to work on the communal farm. It is hard work, but it beats
the burial detail. Sam Greene is organizing a committee to speak to the
elders about some of the complaints that we all have.
DAY 47
The elders found out about Sam Green's attempted
"rebellion." At the morning meeting, he was publicly reprimanded and
told to pray for a humble spirit. No one is to speak to him until he has
shown proper repentance. I can't believe that we are dis-fellowshipping
people in the New World
DAY 51
Today a messenger finally arrived from the
Society. Wade Peters, a young Bethelite, arrived on horseback. He told
us that the Society has moved all headquarters staff to Patterson after
the destruction of New York City . We also received the first
post-Armageddon Watchtower (now issued quarterly).
Many of us had hoped that it would contain
information allowing us more personal freedom but we were disappointed
to read that we were to keep following the instructions of the local
elders until further notice. He also gave the elders a copy of a new
procedure manual (titled
ORGANIZATION FOR THE NEW WORLD) but none of us
were allowed to see it.
DAY 69
My best friend got married today in a shotgun
wedding! Rob and Sally Kennedy were discovered together while engaged in
a heavy kissing session. After a judicial meeting, Brother Thorn
announced that they were now married, without a ceremony or anything!
Rob objected strenuously, explaining that he and Sally had not had sex.
Brother Thorn, however, declared that the decision was in keeping with
the new elder procedure manual. Sally seems happy enough but Rob is in a
state of shock. I remember he once told me that he thought that she was
as dumb as a box of rocks. Now he is married to her forever. I'll have
to remember to keep my hands in my pockets when I date any sisters.
DAY 80
The newlyweds are not getting along. There has
been a lot of gossip about their horrible spats. Rob confided to me
today that he went to the elders in an attempt to get the marriage
annulled. They told him that according to the Society's new procedure
manual, no divorces or annulments would be allowed for any reason. In
addition, all marriages now have to be approved by the local body of
elders.
DAY 81
Sam Greene was reinstated today. He is still unhappy, but keeps his thoughts to himself now.
DAY 89
We are all in a state of shock! Rob committed
suicide today. I guess the idea of spending eternity with Sally was not
acceptable to him. The elders refused to let us hold a funeral service. I
volunteered to bury my friend. Brother Thorn instructed me to bury him
in the common grave where we had put the worldly persons. No one came to
the grave side, not even his widow. I said a prayer for my friend. I
will miss Rob greatly.
DAY 100
Life is becoming miserable for many of us. The
elders keep placing new rules on us every day. We are told we must lead
holy lives of service and submission. No dissent or discussion is
allowed. It seems like we had more freedom before Armageddon. I never
though I would be nostalgic about the old world.
DAY 111
I can't take it here anymore. I am going to
travel to my brother's place, about a hundred miles from here. Traveling
on foot I think I can make it in about five days. I wish I could get
gasoline for my car. I'll have to sneak out since the elders still
aren't giving anyone permission to travel. I have stored some food and
plan to leave tonight after the curfew. I hope my brother is still
alive, maybe he will know if Mom and Dad are okay.
DAY 112
I made it out of town today. I wonder if they
miss me yet? The destruction in the countryside is incredible. How will
we ever rebuild everything? I've seen quite a few skeletons already. I
guess there is still a lot of burial work to do before we build a
paradise.
DAY 113
I ran into a group of brothers from Westview
congregation. I was detained at gunpoint! Brother Thorn had gotten word
to them to be on the outlook for me. I am furious. Why can't I visit my
brother?
DAY 114
Ed Thorn and two ministerial servants arrived today to escort me back "home." They were all carrying guns.
DAY 115
After my attempted escape and several other
disciplinary problems involving other brothers, the elders have now set
up a gun-toting police force. I was, of course, dis-fellowshipped at the
morning meeting. I have been assigned to latrine duty.
DAY 116
I was instructed to report to the Kingdom Hall
after work for "additional instruction." I saw Sam Greene and a couple
of other "troublemaker's" there. We were subjected to an hour of
"re-indoctrination," mostly the usual crap about maintaining a servants
spirit and not to think too much of ourselves. We were told to come back
next week for more of the same.
DAY 123
I blew up today at the re-indoctrination meeting.
I told Ed Thorn that I was sick of him acting like a theocratic Hitler.
I also told him that I was leaving the community and that he better not
try to slop me. My mistake. Thorn called his police force in and had me
arrested. I am being detained under armed guard in a makeshift jail
cell in the Kingdom Hall basement.
DAY 124
My judicial hearing is scheduled for tomorrow.
Sam Greene came by to see me. When the guards were out of ear shot, he
told me that his efforts to contact the Society about the local elders
had done no good. He had been told by the Society to keep quiet and obey
the elders without question. Sam is very depressed about this and about
my situation.
DAY 125
My judicial hearing was held today. Ed Thorn
acted as lead prosecutor. I, of course had no defense counsel and could
call no witnesses. After the hearing which was held in secret, I was
judged guilty of being an unrepentant apostate. I was solemnly informed
that according to the Society's instructions (as contained in
"
ORGANIZATION FOR THE NEW WORLD") the punishment for apostasy is death
by stoning. My execution is scheduled for tomorrow.
DAY 126
Well, this is the end. Later today, I will be led
out for my execution by stoning. I would rather be shot in the back of
the head, but the Society obviously feels that stoning provides a better
object lesson. If I get a chance I will throw one of the rocks back at
Ed Thorn. The funny thing is that I don't really feel so bad about my
impending demise. This New World Society is not my idea of a paradise
and I don't want to live with these people for all eternity. From
paradise lost to paradise regained to paradise lost again.
EPILOGUE
Everyone turned out for my stoning, even the
kids. Ed Thorn solemnly pronounced my death sentence and then quoted
scripture telling everyone to "not to let their eye feel sorry." No one
did. My only regret is that they tied my hands behind my back so that I
couldn't return any of their rocks with interest. Not very sporting. The
last thing I saw before the lights went out was a sickening smirk on
Thorn's face. Then I woke up. In Heaven. And there was St. Peter.
"Welcome to Paradise , my child" he said as he gently took my hand.
Confused, I said "But I thought paradise was back on Earth with the
Witnesses." "No," explained St. Peter, "That was Hell."