One time, in a dream, I experienced a shift in Time Resolution. First let me try to explain with a parallel -- do you know how Slow Motion Filming works? They actually speed up the recording camera to take many more exposures per second than in ordinary shooting, but then, when they play it back at the same ordinary rate, it all seems slower, but what is happening is that more information is contained per unit of Time. Well, this is what happened to me in a dream.
You see, this pickup truck pulled up and it was full of these men who were intent upon doing me harm. Well, instantly I felt the slowdown. It was like I became paralyzed, except that I was facing my enemies and saw that they were as slowed down as myself. Usually when this feeling of paralysis occurs, we are in flight from our foes and so we think only ourselves are slowed down, and we don't have the courage to look behind to see that what is actually happening is that we are not slow at all, but only that a greater rate of conscious Moments are being inserted into Time, creating only the appearance of a slowdown, but actually giving us many times more information than ordinary. Facing my enemies, I could see that.
So I decided to attack. Concentrating on getting the most out of each muscle I charged the pickup truck -- it seemed as though it took me minutes to reach it, but in real time it could not have been more than a second or two. I could see the developing look of surprise on the faces of my attackers and knew that they did not have the same Awareness of Time that I did (or they would not have wasted their energy making their faces look so stupid). I started with the guy in the back of the trucks bed who was swinging a chain. running up from the front bumper and leaping over the cab, ducking under the slinging chain I landed a foot in the guys chest and sent him reeling off the back of the truck. I carefully caught my orientation and landed with both feet solidly beneath me in the bed of the truck and then decided to carry my momentum into a back flip toward the two attackers who had jumped out to the side of the truck. I came up and over and landed with a foot on each of their shoulders, and then came through with my fists on the sides of their heads. Originally the driver was going to get out and help his friends, but as I came whipping around toward him, he being next. He closed the door and gassed the truck and away he went in a billowing cloud of dust. When the danger was over, my perception came back to normal.
it occurred to me that the big secret of the Martial Arts is this Loading of Time with a speed up of Data, which, like Slow Motion Filming, tends to make things seem slower only became more information is being pushed through per the same rate of playback. I suspect it happens to everybody when a certain kind of adrenalin hits and that we are often not conscious of having followed that information. For instance, in Real Life I once had a Motorcycle Accident. A Witness to it said I hit the truck that pulled out in front of me, and jumped straight up off of the bike, clearing the windscreen and handlebars, flipped several times through the air, landing on my feet, but forming into a crouched up ball to go head over heels a few times until I was going slow enough to straighten out and run off the rest of the forward momentum. The only thing I remember was the impact and then suddenly running down the road ahead of the accident scene, and thinking, how in the hell did I get here.
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