{"id":3241,"date":"2022-09-15T15:13:16","date_gmt":"2022-09-15T19:13:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=3241"},"modified":"2022-09-15T15:13:16","modified_gmt":"2022-09-15T19:13:16","slug":"reflections","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=3241","title":{"rendered":"Reflections"},"content":{"rendered":"

Reflections<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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It\u2019s funny how the reflections of the scenery around you are so clear when you are at a lake that is still and shiny as glass. The imagery and perfection of those reflections mirror exactly what is there. That\u2019s why I was quite surprised when I looked directly into the lake, expecting to see my reflection, but didn\u2019t. Instead, I saw someone else.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I quickly looked behind me to see if someone was standing there and whose reflection it was. But there was no one there. It was just me and the lake. I am well versed enough to know the Greek myth of Echo and Narcissus and a number of folktales where people see the moon’s reflection in a body of water and think that it is caught in a lake. But this image I saw was not a reflection of reality. This was someone totally different. In fact, it was not someone I recognized.<\/span><\/p>\n

For one thing, he had long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and pointed ears. I may have changed a little as I grew older, but I\u2019m sure I don\u2019t have any of those attributes. Even knowing that, I checked my hair and ears just to make sure.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It seemed only reasonable that I should talk to that reflection if that\u2019s what it was.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho are you?\u201d I asked.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

At first, there was no response, but I did notice a questioning look on his face as if he was considering an answer.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI was about to ask you the same question,\u201d was his slow response. \u201cIn fact, I\u2019m not sure what I should call myself to you. Where are we?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I named the lake and felt it important to also name the planet, just in case he was from somewhere else. Which it turned out he was.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEarth?\u201d he pondered. \u201cI\u2019ve heard of that place. Isn\u2019t that in a galaxy called Milky Way? We learned about that in our universal geographical upload.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Now my curiosity was aroused. \u201cWhere are you?\u201d was my question.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not sure if your primitive species know of it. I\u2019m from the third planet in the bi-solar system of Santur, in the galaxy called Dyslexia.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow is it that you\u2019re here?\u201d I asked.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re testing out our new ultra video system that allows us to communicate with other places. You are the first contact we\u2019ve made.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I was going to ask him more when all of a sudden, there was a ripple in the water as a cloud passed overhead, and all that was left was my reflection in the lake.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Did it really happen? Yes, it did, but I was so enthralled by this encounter it never dawned on me to pull out my iPhone and take a picture. Who\u2019s going to believe me without proof?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been back to that lake on numerous occasions and have never been able to duplicate that experience. I wish I had gotten his name or at least a number to call.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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