Crossworlds

There's an opinion: As many worlds as many people. Every human being creates its own world with the energy of its thought.

Here I’m standing at a window and looking out. Everything I see is the creation of my thought – this dull day, these buildings, this street, these snowdrifts and this man beating his way through those snowdrifts to a shop for a two-liter bottle of beer and some filleted salmon…

Stop! He is a human being, after all. So, this man is supposed to have his own world! Then how and what for has he got into mine? And, above all, why? It is so cloudy and cold out here, and there’s so much snow on the road that you have to struggle walking through!

This man could have had been somewhere in South America, circled by half-naked female natives, seeping coca broth and listening to a quiet purling of Amazon River. Perhaps, he had even been there until I noticed him. And now he is here. Why? Because of his thoughts vibration frequency coincided with my world vibration frequency, which made our worlds crossing.

Only for some moments the man has occurred in my world. Then he turns round a corner and disappears. If I run after the man right now, would I find him round the corner? Has he already gone back to Amazonia? Or, is he, maybe, on a lagoon island somewhere in Pacific Ocean? Is he slipping on a bench of Hyde Park having covered his body with a newspaper blanket? Or, is he seeping coffee in a Paris caf; and watching a football game on TV? Is he, maybe, on some other planet at the moment, in another Galaxy, in another universe?
Some minutes pass and the man reappears in my world. This time he is beating his way back through the snowdrifts. There’s a plastic bag in his hand. It contains a two-liter bottle of beer and some filleted salmon. It means that even Amazonia people like Russian bear and salmon.

Well, what about me? Why am I here if I also can be right now somewhere in Amazonia, on a lagoon island or in Goa? I really can if I believe that I’m there. If I take it for granted as reality, which needs no confirmations, if my belief is as firm as my belief that I am here now, I will be there at a twinkle.

I can be anywhere, but still I’m here. I’m here because I want to be here; here and now. There is no other possible reason why I’m here now.
I love my world, and I’m never trading it for any other.