The Sixth Sense has been out for five years now, so I guess it’s OK for me to reveal a plot device… which is that ghosts don’t realize they’re dead, recalling the incident that killed them as a near-miss, and continuing to believe that they’re alive. If there was such an event for me, it was two years ago to the day: I was in Paris, about to cross the Boulevard St. Michel (I think). The traffic goes north towards the Seine; I was crossing from west to east, and about to leave the pavement to a lane divider in the middle of the road. Looking right towards where the traffic was coming from, the lane nearest me was empty. An instant before I stepped into the road, I looked left for some reason: to see a bus travelling fast, inches from my head. The bus lane, which is what I had been about to step into, runs against the flow of the rest of the traffic. If I had taken that step, I would have died, without any doubt. It isn’t the first time I’ve been a step away from death (back in the days when I was rock-climbing regularly, let’s just say that a rope I thought was firmly anchored wasn’t attached to anything at all except me), but it was so totally unexpected it left me kind of numb, unable or unwilling to process what almost happened.
This memory floated up just now as I was practising Taiji sabre 108 form; three times in a row, the movements just flowed. I didn’t quite achieve the state of no-thought, but it was close. I’ve experienced this kind of “spontaneous memory” during Vipassana meditation, which teaches us to react to the experience with equanimity, so that past emotions and experiences lose their hold on us.
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