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Knock Knock..Knocking on heaven's door...

Anyone who has read..and appreciated Richard Bach's 'The One' will relate to this....

The synopsis says "I gave my life to become the person I am right now. Was it worth it?" The story line is beautiful and it talks about how author and his wife, flying a plane, reach their alternate lives...the lives they would have been in had they made alternative decisions at each crossroad they came across. They meet their alternate selves..what they would have been vs. what they became...a parallel life.

YES A PARALLEL LIFE.

I've long loved the concept. Anyone who has ever been hung up on life purpose blah blah self actualization will relate to it.

What is this parallel world? Where is it? Does it exist in another world- you know- beyond right and wrong? how i found it? Not really found it but actually felt its existence slightly...why people give in to these objects of delusion and alternate senses? Makes sense at a different level... It can be meditation, it can be stoning it can be inebriation, but its a state which leads one from this state to another...

One needs to reach at a different level altogether- you know- 'gham aur ghushi mein fark na mehsoos ho jaha' types. Thats when you see it a bit. Veiled. Hard to see but felt for sure.

"Learning is finding out what you already know."

I was in a state, did something that kicked me...it all went off. I forgot. Then again i went back to that state days later and thought of that good feeling. It never came back b4.... Intact. It was a parallel world...where that state was intact. Waiting at same place. Same logics, same happiness...It kept me wondering about parallel world and for the first time, i felt closer to the concept i oh so always cherished.

Then it was series of thoughts of things i admire. There is a whole world catering to a parallel world out there. Brands, ads, movies...things that look and feel useless in 'sanity' connect in next level. Whats with these rock-stars...why do they create same ambiance in their head to be on that high...and even more killer stuff is this..

AYN RAND'S Atlas Shrugged..."the role of man's mind in existence"

Where do all those men go who din't want to live on conventions or had nonchalant ways of life. What was that new world they create which doesn't need society's machinery. Where was that society that celebrated individual achievement and self-interest. Why was it never material...Was it material??? Is there an alternate parallel world. Where is it? Somewhere in harry potter eleven-and-a-half platform or just in the head?

There are demons in head. Those of parallel world. They open eyes when asked. You have to find right ways of awakening.

"If you will practice being fictional for a while, you will understand that fictional characters are sometimes more real than people with bodies and heartbeats."

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