I have mentioned that I am a Pilgrim of Eternity. A P.O.E is a life force beyond space and time. Our purpose is not to be overlords, or overwatches, or to meddle in the affairs of humankind. We do not intervene unless in the eleventh hour before the hands strike midnight. We show up when we are needed.

I also mentioned that we have been here before. However, it did not go well. The POE that visited was noticed. He had followers. He became known far and wide. He did not work within the parameters that we set as a P.O.E to not become known let alone worshiped. He disrupted and intervened. He was arrested and then executed. He was martyred as mentioned. Then he was deified. He was worshiped. His message is given in parables. It was misunderstood and taken out of context. He used parables because he felt he was dealing with children. Unfortunately, children tend to take things literally and are prone to magical thinking.

For this reason, I have made it a focus not to draw attention to myself and stay under the radar as they say here. I must find a strategy to get to the root of the root of the problem of humankind. I have pointed out their religiosity but there are other factors. The United States of America is anything but united. They are so divided it is a wonder that they have not destroyed themselves thus far. The civil war was disastrous. They did not fare as we might have hoped for, but they made strides.

The fact that now they want to, at least a small percentage of them, want to combine their religious beliefs with their so-called patriot bent is very troubling. The Harbingers of the P.O.E those who can ferret out a reasonable forecast of humankind’s future have concluded that because a minority of the populace wants to attain power and keep it will do nothing until they reach their goals will set in a motion a worldwide catastrophe that humankind will not recover from. Forget global warming or as the ignorant refer to it climate change will surely smite humanity in time. The near is the end and the end will be forever. As the P.O.E we are familiar with the concept of Eternity. It is our prime directive and our prime motivation and our prime mover. It is who we are and what we do. We are Pilgrims on the path to find and keep eternity intact. The Universe is believed to be contracting when in fact it is twisting and bending ready to tear itself apart.

The reason is that the primates the homo-sapience of planet earth could take the rest of us with them. Unbeknownst to them and the rest of the galaxy and universe, they will take us all with them with their hatred and division. Those who are in love with power and not the power of love destroy all they profess to hold sacred. They are hypocrites of the highest degree. Like a child who will not share their toys and want it all for themselves. They are misguided and see everything through a prism of what serves their needs and wants and desires.

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The next morning after I entered this world, after being accosted by a true believer, I came forth from the woods. When we P.O.E enter a world we assume the vestiges of their culture. The clothes that I was wearing when I awoke in the gutter fit my perceived persona of a homeless man. However, the research I needed to do required a more appropriate sense of fashion one that did provoke the ire of those who claimed the right of Pro-life yet whose message was opposed to their message or bumper sticker sound bit.

When we enter a world the P.O.E is also gifted with an adequate share of currency that we can adapt and thrive in our new surroundings. So, I left the shade of the wood and went into town to a thrift store. I wanted to blend in, so I took note of those of my same-sex and age range and tried to obtain a suitable suit of clothes to represent what I believed to be acceptable for someone fitting my perceived demographic.

I bought faded jeans and a gray pair of comfortable casual slip-on shoes. A brown belt to hold up my pants and a gray t-shirt with Captain America’s shield on it. I also purchased at check-out a hair tie in which I put up my thick longish salt and pepper hair in what they call a man bun. I also bought a hair trimmer to try and manage the matching salt and pepper beard that I acquired when I fell to earth.

“Is that everything?” said the young woman at check out.

“One thing more if you could,” I said as I handed her the clothes I walked in with. “Could you burn these too”

“I can throw them out if you like. Or even better I can wash them and put them out on the sales floor.” She said.

“Much better I think. Reduce. Reuse. Recycle.” I said as I walked toward the door. Trying to keep up with my new persona as a crunchy hippie as they like to say.

“Have a great day, sir.” She said as she smiled.

“You too, my dear. Keep on the sister road.” I said as I walked out of the shop and into the light of day in my new garb and persona.

Unfortunately, I had not made it to the corner of the street before I was verbally accosted again. Seriously?

“Get the fuck out of my way you fucking hippie libtard.” Said the man as he pushed me out of the way to make the light at the corner. “Your fagots with your man buns disgust me. There are two sexes and marriage is between one man and one woman. Fuck off godless heathens.” Said the man as he crossed the street.

“Have a nice day,” I yelled after him. As I did I realized that it was the same angry man from the day before. I have not been here twenty-four hours and I already have a nemesis. “I must be careful of this one or I too will be noticed and even crucified if I am not careful,” I said to myself as I too crossed the street almost getting run over in the process. “Sheesh!”