My (Possible) Close Encounter With a Parallel Universe

 

Parallel Portal

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!

Weird…

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:

 

National Geographic – Parallel Universes by videopedia

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 in his own elevator also somehow trigger the doors and buttons in my elevator?

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 whatever might have been in another life, but at the same time remain safely rooted in your world?!  I can definitely say it would stimulate my curiosity!

Featured below is another video clip that sent my mind whirling:

Would anyone like to “gaze through the looking glass” with me???

>>> Michael Bok, Co-Founder of ABloggersUniverse.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

What If Everyone Loved Their Job?: The Power of a Joyous Work Force

Tell me if this is you:

(Photo taken from Triple Espresso Shots.)

You get up each day feeling like sh-t.  You go to the bathroom.  Take a shower perhaps.  Maybe make some breakfast – or lunch if you work late – and then you hobble off to the “salt mines.”  (I mean your job.)  You get home after perhaps hitting the bar a short eternity later, crap out on the couch, and then get up the next morning to begin the cycle anew.

Oh yeah!  I forget to mention you probably get a weekend here and there, or a few days off sometime.  But it always seems to scream by like grease lightning, and even your rest periods are then devoted to bills, paperwork, chores and all the other dumb stuff that comprises your work away from work.

In other words: You’re a 21st century slave!

Well don’t cry now, man.  So am I!

And that’s where I got to thinking….  Why can’t we all – yes, I mean all of us – from the Third World to the developed world, actually be happy to go to work?  I don’t just mean adopt a more positive attitude, spur labor unions to improve wages or working conditions, or rally CEOs everywhere to offer more golden opportunities for advancement.  Why can’t we, as an increasingly globalized work force and planet, actually take steps to ensure that everyone, regardless of who they are, is eventually placed in the career they were actually meant for?  Just like the United States Army often said:  “There’s a man (or woman) (or hermaphrodite) for every job!”

(Photo taken from English Channel Teacher Myles.)

Ok…  Ok…  You may be thinking I’m silly, or impractical, or unrealistic, but from an economic point of view (concerning money, profit and worker output), wouldn’t a group of employees who are actually placed in the job they each liked, a job they were naturally good at, and a job where they produced or accomplished possibly 10 times what they would have back in “slavery,” be a truly amazing work force?!  Would not a team of highly motivated and enthusiastic people be a true blessing to any government, nation or corporate entity?  The possibilities could be endless.

So maybe that’s the wave of the future, everyone.  More career fares.  More career centers.  More programs and activities to help students found out who they truly are.  And most importantly, more employers from around the world who are willing to first communicate with the workers and applicants they already have,  encourage them to undergo a battery of testing for both abilities and key personality traits, and then inform them of the departments or positions which they currently seem the best suited for.

Because most people, at the moment, still unfortunately strike me as “a fish out of water.”

>>> Michael Bok, co-founder of ABloggersUniverse.com