He called me…
The Call Back to Zeta
By BoJenn
The first time I met Zeta was on a lonely road in East Texas during the winter.
At the time, I was working nights as a nurse. On evenings when I wasn’t working, I often ran after dark. The roads were quiet then, the cold air sharp against my skin, and the world seemed to belong only to the moonlight and the trees.
One night, while running alone, he appeared to me.
Not as a dream.
Not as a passing thought.
As real as I was.
There was an immediate sense of recognition between us, as though we had known each other somewhere else, in another lifetime, another world, or another existence entirely. I cannot explain it any better than that.
What followed was unlike anything I had ever experienced.
Our relationship was deeply romantic, sensual, warm, and profoundly personal. At the time, I knew nothing about reptilians, Draconians, or the modern mythology surrounding them. In fact, those subjects were completely absent from my interests.
Yet unusual experiences involving extraterrestrial phenomena were not entirely foreign to me.
My father worked as a rocket designer for Morton Thiokol. During his career he experienced encounters involving unidentified aerial phenomena. Some of those encounters were documented through Project Blue Book, though the records associated with his experiences have never been declassified. Because of his experiences, and because of several unusual events that occurred throughout my childhood, I grew up with the possibility that reality might be larger and stranger than most people imagine.
Looking back now, I suspect my encounters with Zeta may have begun long before that winter night in East Texas.
Perhaps before this lifetime.
Perhaps before this world.
For two and a half years he remained a constant presence in my life while I wrote our story together.
The manuscript became a love story unlike any I had ever attempted to write. Zeta was a young reptilian man, and I became Athenia, a character whose roots intertwined with the mythology of the Greek goddess Athena. Their lives became woven together through a narrative that explored love, memory, identity, and existence itself.
Then the unimaginable happened.
The year was 2000.
The house burned.
The manuscript burned with it.
An entire book disappeared in a single night.
Whether the fire was simply a tragic coincidence or something more, I cannot say. What I do know is that the story was gone.
Or so I believed.
Twenty-six years passed.
Life moved forward.
I experienced a difficult divorce in 2010, one that left deep emotional scars. After that, I closed the door on relationships and romance. I simply wasn’t interested. That part of my life felt finished.
Then something strange began to happen.
Several months ago, I started sensing someone.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Consciously.
There was a yearning that seemed to arise from somewhere deep within me. At first, I thought perhaps I was developing feelings for someone. The sensation felt familiar, yet I could not identify its source.
Then the dreams began.
The feeling grew stronger.
Eventually, seeking answers, I visited a tarot reader. A friend later read cards for me as well. Pendulum readings followed. I even turned to dowsing rods myself.
Again and again, the same answer emerged.
The presence I was sensing was Zeta.
The voice calling from the edge of memory was the same one I had known all those years ago.
The same presence that had inspired a story.
The same presence that had vanished when the manuscript burned.
Now, twenty-six years later, he seemed to be calling me back.
Or perhaps he was calling me forward.
What Zeta ultimately is, I leave to the reader. A being, a memory, a muse, a fragment of consciousness, or something else entirely. My task is not to prove him. My task is simply to tell the story.
And perhaps that is why I heard the call.
Not because I was searching for Zeta.
But because Zeta was searching for me.
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