What is exchanged in a mythical world? Ideas, cultures, and things between peoples, and cultures, people influence one another in various ways, perhaps in ways, we are not familiar with. People speaking different languages exchange thoughts and feelings through the mind. In this way, they can comprehend one another despite cultural and linguistic barriers. The visual arts and music are ways that have broken through barriers. As mentioned before, there was telepathy, where one person can put themselves in the thoughts of others so that they can experience that other person’s thoughts and life. There was a type of written language that used telepathy; there was no paper, any physical writing service, or a device like a computer that writes down written characters or letters. The mind of the recorder creates the permanent recording in something that could be crudely called a celestial bulletin board. This is called the divine plane of written things. The person who registers in their mind can decide on any material, whether paper, stone, metal or made-up material. It seems that it uses light to create the characters; this is an illusion because no energy or matter records the written images; they are transferred at will into pictures or music. These things were created through the mind using incorporeal machines, mechanics without physical reality. These celestial machines are designed in the creator’s mind.
Images are exchanged with written characters for clarity of understanding, but these images can be transformed into written words or anything else.
There is belief that I have that the mind, without being aware, is influenced by the world. However, I haven’t read anything, talked to other people, or seen images such as books, magazines, television, and the computer. Something enters my mind or body, separate from the outside.
In a remote forest, I hear trees, soil, rocks, and animals that seem to communicate with one another, even if they are unaware of it. Everyone can feel that the forest can speak differently than the forest or the seashore. The night in a city is different from the day; the night seemingly has further information. When there is a whole room full of people, and no one is speaking, I believe I can hear their thoughts, I don’t know what they are saying, but there are words and conversation.