A child is late coming home, and you can virtually see them lying in a ditch as the result of a traffic accident. These are the monsters under the bed for the adult imagination. Opening up oneself to the intuitive possibilities brings with it the necessity of training oneself NOT to use it as a mental torturing device. At this point you are thinking, it is not a parallel life that she writes of here. Sorry to disappoint you, but fantasy lies totally in another place in the scheme of things.
Fantasy is intense, yet fleeting.
Fantasies, for the most part are temporary and ever-changing and generally of a sexual nature or of ego, as in becoming rich and famous. Fantasy is a temporary escape. Whereas, my sense of a parallel life has been with me always and gives me greater glimpses into it as I grow older. And from that feeling, there is no escape. It seems there should be an easier way to explore this notion.