Ever felt like this
world wasn’t meant for you? No, not like ‘I don’t fit in, I must commit
suicide’ types but rather like ‘I belong elsewhere’. That’s exactly the thought
Gina would wake up with every morning. The feeling that she could do much
better than pull off a successful mask around the mortals; kept haunting her at
every part of the day. And try as she might, she regretted being stuck on
Earth. It was bound by materialistic laws, forces and tons of conditioning.
Gina just couldn’t live with the restricted freedom. They’d keep saying that
she was a free soul, free to do whatever she wished and that was so far true…
but whatever she wanted to do wasn’t on this earth.
Years had rolled, but the thoughts
were still fresh as she wanted to be a young writer. Others laughed at her, not
because she was bad at it; but because she had the potential…to do better. ‘Better than worldly work’
she thought. But her mind was set. Writing was unrestricted. She wasn’t even
bothered about writing in the same circles the world walked in. She’d write
something new entirely. She had two options now at hand that she weighed
carefully. Either she could write about the
things that people wanted to read, things that mortals were capable of wishing…that would make her a success. Or she
could write of the things she wished.
And knowing that she was a separate entity altogether, she had her doubts
whether that would click. What she really wanted was to open up the doors to
other worlds for the mortals to see. They were so busy running behind the
worldly pleasures that what they needed wasn’t possibilities of that same world… they needed an entire new realm.
And that was how Gina set off to write of the unimaginable.
But first, she needed to find her
world, the world to show to the people. A lot of thinking would be involved she
mused as her thoughts delved back to her dreams that last. Her dreams were the
pools of her thoughts. Out here when darkness was the air she breathed in, she
could concoct anything, give life to anything. And perhaps it’s the place where
her mind wasn’t conditioned. But something was strange… even though Gina wasn’t
sound asleep she could dream. And what’s more, she could intervene into the
dreams of humans and twist the fabric of their thoughts. She noticed that the
pattern was re-occurring and it took her just a few days of brainwashing to
figure out a solution. According to her, there were three worlds… the world in
which we lived, the heaven and hell where spirits dwell, and our dreams. Gina
was full of excitement when she realized who she truly was. She was a
Worldshifter. She could move around freely from one world to the next, but be
present in the world that humans were aware of. At the very thought of her exploring
the vast void and the subconscious, Gina’s lips would curl into a smile. Yes, she wouldn't write of the worlds, no, she would go into their dreams and change their view. To make living better for them. Now
life was getting interesting…she only had one life; living it full wasn’t
enough for her. But now with three parallel universes to be in, it was worth
living. 
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