This has happened to me once, I was sparing and saw in my mind a prefect opportunity for a strike, and took it and scored easy on my opponent. I saw this in my mind happening then I repeated it as in the physical.

For my father, (My Sensei) this happened to all the time, that was how he used to spar six to eight high belt students and not get scored on while sparing. He told me every time he spared it would be like everything was running in slow motion (like my premonition for my ridge hand strike) and it was easy for him to find where he wanted to be who he needed to block who he needed to strike, punch or kick. He would see everything in the fight like it was slow motion while anyone watching it would seem so much so fast it was hard to even watch there was so much going on simultaneously.

Even when you watch Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan in a film being attacked by many people you see each guy almost separate. If they all really went at it then it would be very hard to film because there would be too much for the brain to comprehend while watching.

when i used to do mixed martuial arts i did feel the sensation of the slow motion and i was able to do well but this was well before i knew how to open myself, now that i do, if i can get myself healthy agian, we will see if it works.

love n light,

rob

I have experienced this once in my life.

I was driving with my ex-husband down a country road. Coming from the opposite direction was an old, beat-up red truck. This truck apparently hit a pothole, for a large piece of its tailgate broke off, and was sent spinning into the air, directly towards the windshield of our car. Time seemed to slow down for me- I instantly knew that the piece of metal was going to go right through the windshield and hit me as I rode in the passenger seat. In a millisecond, I had my seat belt off, and ducked down low in my seat. A strange thing happened at the last moment.

I saw the piece of metal suddenly get deflected by Someone or Something, right in midair. It was as if an angel reached out and hit the red metal, just enough to change the trajectory of its path. The metal hit the trim around the windshield, and did not go through the glass, as I knew it was going to do just a few moments before.

We stopped, and the truck barreled on its way, the driver oblivious to what had happened. We got out of the car, and picked up the chunk of tailgate- it was about a yard long, and eight inches wide, and looked very much like a propeller blade.

It was only then that I reacted. I had an asthma attack, realizing just how close I had come to decapitation.

I will never forget that second of clarity, though. I was perfectly calm, and was prepared as the metal came towards me.

What I cannot explain is the change in trajectory. Now that I know about angels, and that they exist, I have no doubt that Heaven intervened. It was so odd to see that chunk of flying stuff suddenly shift abruptly in the air. As I gasped and wheezed, my ex-husband and I just stared at the new dent in the trim of the car- it was right above where I was seated. One inch lower, and the metal would have sailed right through the glass. I guess it was decided by Someone or Other that it just was not my time....

Blessings and Love, Jaianniah