Enigma Visits

When I woke in the morning at home at the bedside there was a new feature, it looked a bit like a small gnome or some other benevolent creature. So I stretched and then yawned for some space, maybe dreams had accompanied me into consciousness with its own lace, a mysterious, promising key to the mind of an ageless tradition the enriched and intangible soul. He remained there, an apparition not quite human and not quite whole. Well my question did startle him some. I had asked for identification but he carefully reached for his bum and produced, for negotiation a green passport with shiny gold writing and with digital face recognition under which it said 'INS - Sighting ' thus the gnome must have been on a mission to the country of George and the gang, and we then did commence our talk which was mostly about the big Bang then the gnome said 'Let's go for a walk'. We went out to the green onion field and he told me what was in store, he assured me his lips were not sealed and I shuddered and worried some more. 'Two most evil groups of God's creations have besotted, besmirched our life, they have taken as hostages nations always bearing their self-serving knife. It is not that the Jews or the Blacks or the Germans, the Muslims or Gays are responsible for those attacks on the fortress of heavenly ways. Nor is it what one would call need for survival or comfort of living, it is raw and belligerent greed that will con others into giving to the robbers and hoarders who will steal what they can, don't respect any borders be it plant, beast or man. There is, one, your physician he will cure you to death all those drugs have a mission they will steal your last breath. And the merchants who sell you all their planned obsolescence and then smilingly tell you that their stuff is the essence. And the bureaucrat servant who devises new papers, who, pedantic and fervent always dreams up new capers. Then the churchman in collars who drinks wine in the dark, preaches water and hollers though it sounds like a bark. They take all of your money if you let them my friend, and the land of sweet honey is a dream in the end. I must go now, just wanted to alert you, my man if you feel as if haunted just remember, you can change the world by demanding from yourself and from others, that if good men are standing those who honour their mothers, when all evil has vanished and no shortcuts exist even death will be banished only sunshine and mist will surround us and hold us as we think of the odds, what our forefathers told us it came straight from the Gods. Well, I truly must go just think of the stigma but I want you to know that my name is Enigma.'