I was letting my gaze drift through the bus window, watching the small droplets of
water clinging to the outer glass. They were the remnants of the rain that had just
stopped, slowly trickling down on a typical weekday morning in the heart of the
metropolis.

The bus moved sluggishly through the usual traffic congestion. I observed the people
walking hurriedly along the roadside, their heads bowed. I saw some standing and
sitting in the bus next to ours, and others in their private cars, stuck in long lines. My
eyes continued their aimless survey, eventually returning to the interior of our bus, to
the people sitting in the same row. As my gaze wandered without intention, it stopped
on a man sitting in the opposite row. The moment my eyes focused on him, I heard his
voice, even though he hadn’t spoken a word to anyone.

“What lie should I tell her about not coming home last night? …That the boss had
urgent work? Hmm… or should I say some kind of emergency happened…?”
His voice echoed in my thoughts, making me quickly turn away to stop this perception.
But when I looked back at him, his voice appeared again.

“If she finds out, we’ll definitely have a fierce argument… What should I do?” His voice
repeated.

I quickly glanced at the middle-aged woman sitting next to the man to see what was
happening to me.

“This month we need to save money for the children’s tuition… If we combine it with
next month’s, I think it will be enough… But if we save it, we won’t have enough to pay
the rent…” Her voice resounded in my head.

“Huh… what’s happening to me?” I wondered to myself.

“Telepathy, that’s what it is,” another familiar voice chimed in, immediately answering
my unspoken question.

“Is this the voice of God?” I asked back in my thoughts, knowing full well that the
familiar voice was indeed His.

“Yes… it is I,” the voice replied.

“Telepathy… isn’t that for conversation? I don’t want to talk to them at all,” I asked,
expressing my opinion.

“It’s not exactly like that. Whenever you intentionally, or perhaps unintentionally, focus
your attention specifically on them, and if at that moment your mind is free from
coarse emotions, then you will hear their thoughts.”

“So, that voice is their thoughts?” I inquired.

“Yes… thoughts have the characteristic of frequency waves at different levels. They
release them continuously. Try looking around and listening to what they are thinking
again,” God’s voice suggested.

I slowly scanned my surroundings, looking at the people sitting in the same bus, those
in the bus next to us, and even those walking far away on the street. I carefully
considered each person. It seemed that most of their thoughts were composed of
frustration and anxiety.

“Damn it…!!! When will this car move? My boss is already watching me closely,” thought
the driver of the sedan next to us.

“When will I be free from this cursed, rotten life?” thought the woman in the next car.

“Oh!… did I lock the house door?” wondered an elderly woman sitting by the window in
another bus.

“This is bad… my homework isn’t finished yet. Who can I copy from?” thought a student
sitting nearby.

“This guy’s body odor is awful… truly disgusting…!!” thought the woman sitting by the
door.

“Indeed… why can I hear these voices?” I asked after looking all around.

“In truth, they don’t intend to tell you anything, and what you hear is not their voice.

What you perceive are frequency waves emanating from their feelings. If someone has
a sufficiently refined mind, they can perceive these frequency waves. Then, your inner
spirit translates the signals from those frequency waves into a universal language.
Finally, your consciousness transmits those universal feelings back into your own
language,” He answered.

“Wow, so many complex steps, how can I translate it so quickly?” I commented.

“It’s not complicated at all. In fact, it’s quite simple,” He replied.

“I think it’s incredibly layered. Just listening to your explanation, it doesn’t seem simple
at all,” I argued silently.

“It’s called simple because the mechanism of translating feelings into spoken language
is very fast. And no matter what nationality the person whose feelings you perceive is,
no matter what language they speak, when they send out those feeling waves, everyone
can translate them into their own understood language. For example, if the person
sitting far away is a foreigner, when they release any feeling, you will perceive it in your
language.”

“It translates languages too?” I asked.

“It doesn’t translate, and there’s no translation system. Because these emotional
frequency waves are a universal language. Therefore, anyone, whether human or
animal, can perceive them in the same way. The entity that perceives these feelings is
the ‘spirit’. Once it perceives or senses the feeling, your consciousness then acts to
communicate it in language again,” He explained.

“Hmm… never mind. I think I’ll understand someday. But what I’m currently focused on
is why they all have this same kind of feeling more than anything else,” I asked.

“Actually, I want to tell you that almost everyone in the world is producing these kinds
of feeling waves in the same way. Whether they are poor and have nothing to eat, or
rich with hundreds of millions or billions, they are all in a state of anxiety rooted in this
kind of fear. There are very few people who do not release frequency waves originating
from this stream of thought.”
“Why is that?” I asked.