Don’t Shoot The Messenger

Last night I had the most incredible, unbelievable, unfeasible experience of my entire life.

I had a crazy dream about a place I've never been.

Man, the details were supreme and sharp as the edge of a knife.

Usually the vivid imagery seen so clearly disappears fast as smoke.

Like the vast amount of weed I toke.

But not on this occasion cos it's blatant the arrangement has been changed to something different from the moment I awoke.

My primary prognosis is what kind of hoax is this?

In reality no entity that looks like this could ever exist.

Despite of what I said.

End of my bed.

Filling me up with panic and dread.

Making me think I'm in heaven and dead.

Is a creature with so many veins crossing his brain.

Running like tracks of a train.

I can plainly see the pulse inside his head.

The fact that he is nothing like your typical, fictional, celestial individual is unequivocal.

But the dude's the real article.

Not a figment, fake or farcical.

I marvel the remarkable, special extra-terrestrial.

Rationality says to me do not tell a soul but I was chosen for this role so I simply have to share.

Almost all the folk will assume that it's a joke.

Tell me I'm a funny bloke and the rest won't even care.

So I've got a huge dilemma cos I'm not sure whether I should open up, spill my guts or keep my mouth shut.

Swap the boot or shoe and I'd probably look at you like you'd lost a screw or two.

Gone cuckoo.

You're off ya nut!

The thing is though there's a really big reason I can't let it go.

Pull up a seat.

Now this is gonna shock ya.

You'll escort me to a doctor.

Declare I'm off my rocker.

And demand that a shrink swiftly certifies me.

But don't shoot the messenger.

I ain't the editor.

The declaration that I make is just as strange to me.

I'm just doin my bit and repeating it.

The same way the visitor told me.

Communicating with me telepathically he tells me that the planet we inhabit is dying.

It's had it.

He says there's only one chance of survival and I should grab it but he must install an implant with his huge metallic gadget.

I can't explain why but I completely trust this alien and I allow him to insert a needle deep inside my cranium.

I'm immensely energized as the probe locates my cone and I'm deeply hypnotised as the nectar floods the zone.

With my own eyes I watch the Earth shrink in size as I rise up in the sky.

I say my goodbyes.

Cut all my ties and then I fly.

I boost past the moon and I hurtle past Mars on my interstellar journey to the far flung stars.

I barrel roll a wapping great worm hole with total control and I blast past a vast super nova.

I'm hitching rides on asteroids and taking meteor showers.

Plus I hijack a classic NASA rover.

I navigate the ether with fastidious precision as I call on every Galaxy and planetary system.

A few I even do twice just in case I missed one.

It's hard to decide cos so many of them glisten.

I literally traverse the entire universe on my outer space Odyssey.

I'm studying the oddities.

Visiting the colonies.

Gathering the knowledge these beings can provide.

Through dimensions I slide.

I'm a master of cosmology compiling my astronomical astrological chronicle.

With my new friend as my guide we arrive on the far side carried by the star dust tide.

What I found beyond the outmost outpost at the edge of the exterior.

Is the teachings are superior.

It speaks so gently but if I listen intently I can hear a faint whisper.

The voice reads to me excerpts from the ancient alien scripture.

In their society love is the religion and the scripture clearly state that if your heart is freely given unreservedly.

Then the amount you stand to collect will be the same, deservedly.

All mistakes will be forgiven.

No one goes to prison.

Because the wealth is spread out evenly and possessions are shared out equally.

There is no jealousy.

No envy.

No conflict.

And to cap it all.

They don't use cash at all.

No form of capitol.

Your talent's your collateral.

The revelations are radical and potentially infallible.

We must adapt and be more tactical.

Not be casual.

Only value the tangible.

It's the only way to overcome all the obstacles.

But hey,

Don't shoot the messenger.

I ain't the editor.

The declaration that I make is just as strange to me.

I'm just doin my bit and repeating it.

The same way the visitor told me.