Yesterday I'm driving in Seattle, and a cop car begins to pull out in front of me, causing me to slam on my breaks just inches away from hitting it. Everything on my front seat flies forward onto the floor, and I feel as though my heart has leaped out of my chest. If a car had been behind me, I would have been rear-ended. The cop car stops, allowing me to continue. After I give the cop the evil eye, I do continue. And less than two minutes later, another car pulls out in front of me. I don't need to slam on my breaks this time, but wtf? And then it happens again , and I think, "What the hell is going on here? It's as if they don't see me. Am I dead? I'm half-serious and half-laughing at myself as I ponder this. I come to the conclusion that I'm not dead, but I may have been doing the luna breath without realizing it. This is a type of breath taught my Emilie Conrad, who developed Continuum Movement. It's a type of breath that makes people less aware of your presence, and you're not supposed to use it while driving. Seriously. Apparently it's been used as a form of protection, but if used while driving, it can be dangerous. But maybe I wasn't luna breathing, and certainly I was not dead. So maybe that cop and the other two cars were just bad drivers. Plain and simple. But oh how boring of an explanation that would be!
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