Reflections in the middle of the road

The art of creating a story out of nothing and making it part of a magical world is the best excuse to stay in front of the keyboard

The Beginnings

The Bridge, Second Chapter 

by Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa.

Today I want to comment on an essential detail regarding the term eggyan, for this, you must explain the following, like all writers, we love the epistles, those letters that come to us from friends and that we can even stamp, now there is a wonderful option called web.slowly.app with it you don’t need paper, the letter takes its time to arrive depending on the country where you are going to receive it, it is so nice.

What is this all about? Well, I have a friend who has been interested in investigating what my story is about, and recently he told me that wants to understand what Eggya is, he found the Eggyan Egg on Facebook. But his search doesn’t have any relationship with the real truth on that matter.

No relation to the true history and the name of the planet that comes from my imagination

 I was impressed since it is someone who possibly read and did not understand what my idea of ​​the name Eggya is about, so I am going to tell you that they are the initials of my son’s name and the A at the end corresponds to my name, like this it was that I decided to baptize that wonderful space that now remains in the memory and minds of the people who managed to free themselves from destruction. At no time does the story relate to my son, it was my imagination that led me to put those words together.

That said, I will continue with the story, Raudek Vilop woke me up a few days ago with the necessary and urgent idea to explain what it was like to reach the veil of ether, that place that transforms everything and that is unlike anything we have known before, I put a small part in the podcast:

The saddest moment, full of uncertainty and a halo of hope in the distance

It will be necessary to go to the text and make it part of the story that as you know then I try with my humble knowledge of the English language, translate it in https://otramirada.work 

I take this opportunity to comment that I am analyzing the idea of ​​the compendium of history in a single volume, of course, those who read here must go back to make sense of it, there are those some follow me daily, all of them have not lost the thread of the historical time of the story, but I know that there are few and that there will be those who get bored and dedicate time to their own or other activities that take them away from the blog, it is natural.

That said, I see you in the next post, greetings and thanks for your company,  and above all thanks to my friend from the north who is surely reading me and knows that I mean him when I mentioned the web.slowly.app where we met. By the way, only those who know the story of this blog will know how to identify me with the Avatar and Pseudonym that we use there in that epistolary and virtual space.

For now, I say goodbye and wish you all happy creative moments.

The pimelin bush

Culture is a term that comes from cultivating the land, sowing, settling in a place, and flourishing; generates enriching dialogues and through it sensitizes others to understand us without the need for a language, in a unique way of saying things. This is the case in a distant galaxy in the vicinity of the Oort cloud, in the same way as in our Solar System. 

The beginnings

The Bridge, Second Chapter 

by Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa 

In the first book Galaxia de Cristal, (Crystal Galaxy)  when Tai finally gets a flat for herself in the city of Santiago de Chile, she is ingratiated by her neighbor who gave her welcome, with an apple tart, when she tastes it, she realizes the extraordinary resemblance of the taste of apples to Eggya’s pimelin.

When Ingerin Barderian’s mother dies, she places a pimelin seed in her son’s hands and urges him to plant that bush and dialogue with him in a place that he recognizes as his own. So, that begins this part of the story:

A computer Barderian get an official letter from the digital library Abudanaya, Ingerin read sideways and realizes that the bottom says:

<Exclusive material for use of Pioneer Ingerin Barderian only It can be opened with a digital code, the information contained in the domain of the 8 researchers in charge, whose names are listed in the public annex designated to the library; they all work under strict nondisclosure stamp>

Barderian says to himself:

<Beloved Raudek, always so thorough and methodical, mmmh! Let’s see what all this is about>

Barderian leaves his house and goes to the pimelin bush and with a sigh, he prepares to open the file with the imprint of his index finger:

Dear, respected, and much loved Ingerin Barderian:

We make your knowledge known the hypothesis that starts from a mere observation of his personality: his Ygg is wide and robust.

It is up to you to provide feedback on the process if you consider it necessary.

Secondly, we think that thanks to your constant dialogue and friendship with Driedens, you have assimilated part of their way of thinking when structuring your thoughts.

It remains for future research that you undertake to detect this assessment made by the team.

Barderian raises his hand to his head and exclaims:

– Dear Raudek, more than cunning you are adorably cerebral in your conjectures, of course, my Ygg must be robust, I am extremely charming and sociable, thanks to that I have managed to sustain the budgets of my expeditions, a wink at the right moment to the businesswoman or the wife of an executive provokes the desired reaction: funds to continue the adventure and the search.

I am intrigued by the idea that the driedens are shaping my thinking, they are intense people, I am an intense being, passionate and amazed to have fallen in love with a being as cerebral and calculating as you, my beloved Raudek.

At that moment, a fruit falls from the bush, Ingerin picks it up with his hand and begins to rub it against his clothes and murmurs:

<I think you heard it mother if she has something important in her hands>

Barderian continues reading and observes that they ask him to acknowledge receipt of the information. He scratches his head, stands up, and looks seriously at his pimelin bush, biting into one of its fruits; he opens his little computer and draws the trunk with one line and the branches crossing that line with another.

Barderian acknowledgment by simplifying the drawing of his pimelin tree.

Culture is a term that comes from cultivating the land, sowing, settling in a place, and flourishing; generates enriching dialogues and through it sensitizes others to understand us without the need for a language, in a unique way of saying things. This is the case in a distant galaxy in the vicinity of the Oort cloud, in the same way as in our Solar System. 

Reference: Ygg in eggyan is the part of the brain that corresponds to the amygdala

The passion of the lynx

The great passions always find a way to a breakthrough amid darkness, in impossibility and above all they illuminate the way when is necessary.

The beginnings

The Bridge, second Chapter 

by Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa 

In every culture, far or near, before history, even beyond the history of humanity itself, as is the case of Eggya; there will always be one or more lynxes, beings whose vision stands out for looking at what others have not perceived; all of them seek to find allies, people who help them transform the life that we are and place in beings with extraordinary qualities a voice, a luminous breath to advance and guide others on the way with what their soul is passionate about; that unique dictation commits them to achieve the magic of change.

Unfortunately, there are also the fanatics, dictators and believers of dogmas who consider their commitment on that side and drag humanity to follow the same path of yesteryear to do things to preserve the status quo; However, if it were not for them, the movements to encourage change would not exist, it is when groups appear that realize that things can and should be different.

With this thought I leave you when Citlali gets on the ship of the Eggyans to go to our Planet, the first human being to set foot on an alien ship:

– I am amazed at the simplicity of your equipment, thank you very much for allowing me, Captain Algyen, and first in command Vidra, it is very emotional to be here.

– We must do a simple analysis of their cellular biorhythms Citlali, which allows us to

Citlali nodded and smiled when a kind of violet light beam covered her head and later the rest of her body and the device said something incomprehensible to a human being.

Vidra, look at her with a small device in her hands, waiting for authorization.

Citlali nodded and smiled when a kind of violet light beam covered her head and later the rest of her body and the device said something incomprehensible to a human being.

Vidra replied that the mechanical voice is eggyan, this tool has replied that all her blood values ​​and levels of body and brain lipids are reasonable and within the established norm for her race and age. Thank you.

Have a seat, we will put it under the glass murdorian dome, the entrance to the Earth’s atmosphere can be a bit frightening on this ship for a human.

On Earth

The mass media began to broadcast that shortly in the Mexican aeronautical station, the alien ship would make its descent, they highlighted with joy that a woman chief of operations and coordination of the workers on the Moon was travelling in the ship, the announcement highlighted that it was the first time in human history that such an event was recorded.

The mass media made a report of the professional life of Citlali, the woman who married Professor Zila Felguerez Galafik.

Zila called her mother and told her that day was the happiest of his life, the light of his eyes returned to complete one of the tasks that would change their lives. His mother with a big smile pointed out:

– And in what way! the mass media have already pointed to her as the first human in an alien ship, what a wonder my son; the pregnancy they share with such vitality renews me and makes me immensely blissful.

– Mother I must hang up I have a message from Tai on my cell phone, see you tomorrow in the laboratory, don’t wait for us to have dinner or celebrate tonight is …

– I understand son, I understand perfectly.

Zila looked at his cell phone with curiosity with the words of Tai:

<Dear Professor Zila, I am back from the university where I had to present a series of justifications to be released from a lawsuit, fortunately, all the process was successful; I am glad that your wife will soon be by your side at the beginning of next week we will contact you, the group needs to speak in person, avoid video calls. We appreciate your understanding and patience.>

On the television monitor of his study, he observed the moment in which the Eggyans descended from that starship that had caused so much astonishment to the Orientals when their descent was present with the Mega Vector Egg II and now in the Mexican capital with the Mega Vector Egg III.

Vidra asked before descending:

– What indications are there for bioconnectors, Nahuatl or Spanish?

– Vidra, the second is the official language, which we coordinate.

A series of sessions and interviews of the most diverse awaited them and of course the moment to contact their friends and plan the next step. Zila arrived in his single-engine to the facilities where rooms were prepared for the newcomers, a luxurious resort in which they had a temazcal to show their cordiality in the Mexican style since they understood that an ostentatious dinner was not suitable for any of the newly arrived.

Total intimacy

Back at home Citlali and Zila felt that their hearts were creating a harmonious beat, a loving and vibrant concert after being away from each other for so long. Citlali began to kiss her lover with tenderness and passion, at the moment that Zila separated her from his body; she did not understand what was happening, she felt confused and let him know. 

– My beloved, you must remain completely aseptic and without the slightest impact, tomorrow you will receive our beloved baby in your body. Let’s do it my way this time.

Citlali was confused, embarrassed by such an unexpected comment, and looked at him in confusion.

– Close your eyes and follow my movements, said her beloved Zila.

– How am I going to follow you? If you ask me to close … ahhh! My love, I love you!

– That’s what I mean dear Citlali, follow me with the eyes of each of your cells, they know how to look in a completely different and magical way, the intensity is due to the enormous love we share, follow me and forget your body for that night.

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