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MEETING

Today, on the planet Galappar, it was not an ordinary day, Pipilet Mandala had decided to make his trip to Earth to visit his friends with whom he has been communicating for more than two years.

After exposing his decision to his family, he began to prepare his luggage without forgetting any detail: interdimensional glasses, magnetic pendulum, cosmic map, protein cookies, vitamin candies and, of course, his guitar.

He had everything ready, he only had to embark on his Mandala spacecraft. These types of vehicles had been invented by his ancestors. Being the first anti-gravity spacecraft that were controlled by the brain and could fly through the galaxy.

The Mandala family had relied on the principles of Mandalas as activation of energy and deep meditation to raise awareness. All this knowledge was passed from generation to generation and hence Pipilet represents the outbreak of the wisdom of the unconscious.

After a trip full of adventures for a month and a half, Pipilet finally reached the Moon, from there he could see Earth.

He only had to decide on which continent he wanted to land on. He made this decision: “It must be Europe.”

Neither short nor lazy, he hurried towards a Spanish village where he would meet his friend Elena.

Elena was a fourteen-year-old girl who had just finished her course with good grades. She was happy, funny and restless to know and learn, she was curious about everything and, above all, about the phenomena that people called “strange or paranormal”, something that for her wasn’t; that is why since childhood, she was considered a weirdo, although she never looked different from the others.

Of course, she was misunderstood on many occasions, but she never really cared. Many of the questions she asked both her parents and her teachers never had answers: “But what are you saying?”, "You have a screw loose”, “That does not exist, come back to Earth for once and for all.” These were the typical responses she received from adults, if she received any.

She knew she was right, that it was just a matter of waiting and that her ideas and thoughts would come true. The moment was very close, without any doubt.

It was a sunny summer morning, and the Sun had just risen and promised a wonderful day. The alarm rang at half past seven, and Elena jumped to her feet, sensing that something big was going to happen to her, so she showered quickly, had her breakfast and decided to go jogging in the countryside.

After half an hour running, she stopped to breathe a little, lowered her head and when she took a breath she looked up at the sky and suddenly saw something that left her perplexed. What was that? She wondered.

A luminous object was approaching. As she got closer and closer, she came to see thousands of colours that intermingled with each other; Suddenly, she clearly perceived a form of mandala, so without knowing why she made an interconnection and said aloud: “My friend Pipilet Mandala is here.”

Pipilet landed his ship, turned it into a galactic mandala skate and decided to go meet Elena.

They met face to face, she recognised him immediately, he was a humanoid snail, full of love and colour.

There were no words from Pipilet since he could not speak, his communication was only through colours, sounds and telepathically. However, Elena did not have any problems knowing what Pipilet wanted to communicate at all moments.

Elena could not believe what she was living at that precise moment, her emotion was such that it exploded in a great cry of affection and tears of love began to run down her cheeks.

Pipilet approached her and hugged her. His bluish colour changed, now he was green. Elena couldn't believe what she was seeing: “Her friend was magical.”

“How did you do it?”

“Do what?”

“You just changed colour.”

“Of course, it is my form of communication too.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Don’t you know anything about the meaning of the colours?”

“Not much. Could you explain it to me, please?”

“But of course, my friend, on my planet we communicate our emotions to each other through colours.”

Yellow: Happiness,

Blue: Balance and Wisdom.

White: Optimism, Pureness.

Green: Hope, Trust, Peace.

Orange: Unity, Fraternity, Equality.

Red: Vitality, but it also expresses being alert and danger.

Pink: Love, Shyness, Kindness.

And Black: sadness and despair.

“Wow! I didn’t know that! So, if now you are green colour, it means you are trusting and you come in peace and hope.”

“Perfect, that’s right. The change of colours is not done voluntarily, I cannot manipulate it at any moment, it is done unconsciously and reflected naturally on my exterior without me knowing.”

“Thank you, friend, just being with you here and now with me. I’m sorry but I have to...”

At that precise moment, Elena took the cell phone out of her pocket, saw that it was already a quarter to two, time had elapsed without realising it.

“What is that device?”

“It’s called a telephone. Haven’t you ever seen it?”

“Actually, no!”

“Incredible! The young people here can’t go without them.”

“Why?”

“We use them for thousands of things, but mainly to communicate with other people: chat, talk, send messages, connect to internet... Also, like now, to find out what time it is.”

“The time?”

“Yes, the time on the clock.”

“Ahhhh, I understand.”

“On my planet there is no time or space. I had already read in books from my institute’s library that here, in this third dimension, there is time and space, and that it runs very quickly.”

“Yes, so fast that I have to call my parents to let them know that everything is ok and that I will soon return home, as it is time to eat. Third dimension? What dimensions do you say? What is that? Amazing, really! Well, we’ll leave all this for later, okay? Now I must call my parents and tell them not to worry about me.”

How many things were the two learning in just a few hours: time, space, the sense of colours, feelings... Both were happy and that happiness led them to something even further, wanting to communicate it to other people.

¡Yes, you too are one of them!

No one answered on the other side of the phone. Suddenly Elena began to worry about Pipilet; since it was obvious that her friend’s physical features were different from humans and of course he could not go unnoticed in the eyes of others. She didn’t know what to do or say, what she was clear about was that she didn’t want to worry him. She began to perspire and suddenly the signs of concern were accentuated on her face despite wanting to smile at all times. Pipilet noticed.

“Why are you sweating? And your facial features have also changed.”

Elena did not know what to say. Suddenly she blushed.

“You too are a magical girl, see, in the end, we are the same. Some in one way and others in another, but we respond similarly to stimuli.

She realised that her friend was right, after all, they were more equal than she had thought at first, it was so, that her concern vanished.

The telephone would not stop ringing, it was her mother.

“Hello daughter, where are you? I have just arrived from work, it is 2 o’clock and you are still not home, what are you doing?”

“I am with a friend. Well, mum, I’ll tell you later about it, but please, can I invite him to lunch?”

“Of course, but come meanwhile and set the table while your father and I finish making lunch.”

“Ok mum, we’re coming.”

Elena was happy, everything was running smoothly, she had no doubt and transmitted it to Pipilet, she did not have to say anything since he had the ease of intuition and, although he did not know Spanish, he would have no problem.

“We have to hurry up, my parents are waiting for us to eat.”

Pipilet took his skate and his guitar, and approached his friend, the two began their way.

On the way they did not bump into anyone. They crossed the garden and arrived at the door. Elena preferred to call and have her mother open the door. Suddenly, they both heard her mother’s footsteps and:

“Hello guys.”

“Hello mum.”

Pipilet responded with a smile.

“Look mum, I present Pipilet Mandala to you, the friend I talked to you about.”

“Hello. Pleased to meet you, Pipilet.”

Teresa (Elena’s mother) didn’t look surprised when she first saw Pipilet. When she looked at him, she realised that the important thing was not the external appearance but the inner depth, and that it is necessary to go further: “To really look for the meaning of friendship and love”.

“Let’s go kids, go and help your dad set the table, I am going to finish preparing lunch.”

The two of them walked through the house to the garden. Elena was happy as she felt that her mother was relaxed and happy, now it was Pablo, her father’s turn...

“Hello dad, how was your day? I present Pipilet to you, a friend who has come to visit me for a few days.”

“Hello Pipilet, how was your trip?”

Pipilet smiled and opened his eyes even more (it was his “hello, thank you”) from them, only sparks of love and gratitude came out.

The connection had already been established, there was no problem. Phew! Elena thought.

Pipilet realised that with Elena’s parents he was not going to have any problems communicating telepathically, but would it be the same with others? As he was not sure, he decided that it would be best to start learning and speaking the language fluently to be able to communicate with humans, so he planned to start as soon as he could.

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