A couple of years ago I worked as a delivery man passing out packages and parcels in a Southern California beach community. Several of my delivery stops often took place in a sprawling and luxurious apartment complex consisting of 5 or 6 separate buildings which overlooked the harbor. It wasn’t uncommon to have to move from building to building, ascend and descend one stairwell or elevator after another, and also pass through several different lobbies, just to ensure that everybody’s items were dropped off properly and on time. Each separate building in this sprawling “megaplex” typically had a front door which required a special punch code to unlock, as well as huge glass windows which comprised several of the exterior walls – and which made it all too easy to see the “goings on” inside.
On one afternoon, in particular, I was walking briskly towards the first glassed in lobby to make an urgent delivery, and conveniently there was already a man just 5 seconds ahead of me inside of the lobby who was apparently about to enter the elevator headed in my direction. Time was, of course, always precious in this fast paced delivery job, so I scrambled as fast as I could to catch up with the fellow! The last thing I ever wanted to do was have to climb three flights of stairs just to get to where I needed to go, or, God forbid, actually wait for the next elevator!
I entered the special security code on the punch key, raced through the entrance, and wouldn’t you know, the elevator had just arrived and opened its doors and the “up” button had already been pressed, however, one thing was a little bit fishy.
The man was gone.
No sounds of foot steps scurrying off anywhere, no shadows across the floor, no nearby doors opening or closing anywhere, or voices or breathing from somewhere in the back ground. The man – perhaps in his early or mid thirties, short brown hair, I’d say 6’1″ to 6’3″ in height, average to athletic build, and clad in a striped polo shirt, shorts and tennis shoes – had simply vanished.
Surprised and not sure what was going on, I turned my head a few times and got in the elevator anyway, pressed the button for the floor I wanted to go to, and just continued on my merry little way since the package in hand still needed to get delivered! I also think I said “thank you” rather blankly to the wall as I was going up, just in case the invisible man was still in the elevator somewhere, as well as perhaps expected a little gratitude or respect from me since “he” (or whatever it was) had saved me a good chunk of time in getting to my destination!
And then perhaps a couple months later, I saw a television program kind of like this one which caused me to reexamine the whole incident:
Was he a ghost? Was he an angel? Was he a hologram or mirage put on by some clever trickster? Was he a pink elephant or figment of my imagination, or was he in fact a man just like me, living out his life very much like me, going about his business very much like me – but in a parallel universe…?!
While still a much heated debate among the science geniuses who theorize and study such things, if parallel universes are real – or “parallel dimensions” if that’s what you want to call them – I’ve heard it’s also possible that these separate but parallel spaces will at times become criss crossed with one another. Could that have in fact been the very phenomenon I was observing that afternoon? Could the “mysterious person,” or whatever you want to call him, have been traveling somewhere in that exact same apartment building – but in a parallel world just over the membrane from my own – and for a brief moment the fabric of space and time was pulled just far enough apart to allow us a brief glimpse of one another? Did “he” opening the doors and pressing the buttons of his own elevator also somehow trigger the doors and buttons of my own?
Perhaps I’ll never know…
But it’s a fun and mind-boggling thing to think about! And wouldn’t that be crazy to somehow find a way to glimpse into just such a parallel dimension or parallel universe, observe what might have been in another life, but at the same time remain safely rooted in your own world?! I can definitely say it would stimulate my curiosity!
Featured below is another video clip that got my mind whirling:
Would anyone like to “gaze through the looking glass” with me???
>>> Michael Bok, Co-Founder of ABloggersUniverse.com