New York's Greenwich Village is not the kind of place usually associated with elemental spirits. There are no bluebell woods, no leafy glades and certainly no silvery streams. There are however lots of people. One of these is a well known lady Astrologer who has her very own fairy friend. Like many who see the little people this lady fears ridicule, so she insists on remaining anonymous. However, as the author of this book, I can verify that she exists and this story is, according to her, absolutely true.
Ms X first learnt of nature spirits whilst travelling in Africa. There she watched the Witch Doctors and wise Shamans placing food out for the elementals. They told her that though the spirits do not actually eat the food, they take the energy from it. This they do rather like the atmosphere accepts heat from a bowl of hot water as it cools. These African Medicine Men told Ms X that they fed the spirit people because they protected them and their villages.
On returning to Greenwich Village, New York, from her travels in the dark continent Ms X thought it might be a good idea to try and get the elemental spirits to help her. Taking a plate of potato chips and a hamburger she placed this on a side table next to her kitchen units. Recalling what the African magic men had taught her she whispered a few words of welcome to the invisible elementals and hoped for the best.
Strangely things began to improve for Ms X. Her flat in Greenwich Village had a new happier feel to it and she seemed always to be smiling. Day after day she repeated the ritual of cooking a special meal for the unseen spirits that she now felt certain were helping her. Even her work improved with new offers and lots of opportunities opening up. But could it be, she wondered, due to the assistance of the fairy folk?
It was just before dawn one day in early May and Ms X was suddenly awake. There was someone moving downstairs. She listened carefully and heard a funny sound, rather like singing, but not. It was a strange tinkling voice and try as she might she just couldn't quite hear the words. Slipping on her dressing gown Ms X set off to find out what was making this strange, but oddly beautiful noise.
As she entered the kitchen she saw him. There, standing beside the little table holding the plate of food, was a Goblin. He stood no more than eighteen inches in height. Her heart began beating faster as she looked closer at this tiny chap. His pointed nose turned up at the end and he had a big wrinkly grin on his carefree happy face. But it was the Goblin's eyes that shocked Ms X, they twinkled like little bright blue stars. His clothes were dark green and on his feet he wore buckled shoes that curled into a point at the toes.
A feeling of pure joy tingled through her entire body as she watched the little fellow. Deep inside she knew he was friendly and had come to care for her. The African mystics had told her the truth. If you offer food, love and an open heart to the elementals they will protect and help you.
Ms X continues to enjoy good fortune and, according to her, the Goblin of Greenwich Village is now dining in style. She bought him a lovely silver plate with some of the extra money she made from her improved circumstances. She still serves him hamburgers and potato chips but every now and then there's a treat. Ms X cooks him her speciality, honey and raspberry pie. No wonder the Goblin sticks around.
ASSESSMENT
Q: Do you think that Ms X is telling the truth about seeing this goblin.
A) No I do not, whoever heard of a hamburger eating gnome. No wonder she wants to remain anonymous.
B) Well it does seem rather far fetched. Perhaps she should have her eyes tested.
C) Yes Ms X is probably telling the truth. I think that the gnome seems a helpful, friendly sort and I would like one to visit me.