AND A GUM TREE SHALL GROWTH IN HIS BELLY…
Willow Pearlman worked as an exterminator who specialized in cleaning out Metaphysical Book stores. He ensured a “safe psychic exit” for vermin from this world to the next.
“Oh yeah I travel all right. I’ve gotta move to where the action is, you know,” he explained to a passenger he’d picked up just outside of San Francisco. Crystals tinkled reflections of light from the rear-view mirror.
“Is there a lot of money in that,” asked the passenger. Unbeknownst to him, this was the one-thousandth time he’d asked that question in conversation. He himself, was still bidding his time, waiting for the perfect job to appear on the scene.
“Well I don’t always get paid in money. I’ve got a great collection of various kinds of Gnostic gospels. Check this out.” He maneuvered once arm into the back seat and fished it around until it landed upon the eternal truth. On it’s return he dropped a book in his passenger’s lap.
The book fell open upon one of the more controversial lines from this gospel whose translation had been commissioned by a candy factory in Japan.
In the beginning was the gum.