Living in YOUR now moment

   I woke with the following to explore: the potential difference between living in THE now moment and YOUR no moment.
   We are told to live in the now moment, to be fully present. We are told of a dissociation "disorder", have fingers snapped in our faces when we "daze out" and are yelled at to snap us out of our unawareness of what someone else is seeing as a dangerous moment or not paying attention to them. People complain of feeling isolated, alone and feeling dissociated from others in their immediate environment. and yet..........
   To be dissociated is be fully present in YOUR now moment instead of a collective now moment, To be fully present in your depression is to be fully present with your now self, your now feelings. Is that a truly bad thing?
   When I was a child I fell from three stories high and suffered only a scratch on the cheek, felt no fear because I had been playing and so felt playfulness all the way down and wonder as each branch of the pine tree felt to cradle me and gently lower me to the next.
   The reign broke whilst riding a horse who then bolted fast as he could downhill smack into a Cadillac going 50mph downhill horizontal from the horse's direction. The car collapsed literally in half. The horse walked away with a permanent limp. I had sailed over the top of the car, landed on the other side of the road, went back to mucking stalls and went tubing down the Farmington River the next day: not a single injury.
  Whilst wading in a pond, I looked down as if time had frozen at my daughter floating face down right next to me in the water and 'dazedly' lifted her up by the back of her clothes. Things 'snapped back' and she was splashing and playing like nothing had happened.
  I have sat wondering in amazement as to why my coffee cup just spilled over and had a friend standing several feet away come hair frizzed out, nerves shaking asking "omg, I cannot believe that!". Lightening had struck a tree right in front of me, blowing a dog run right out of the tree and the doghouse at the base of the tree exploding into millions of pieces.
  I've felt the warm hug of a lover from behind only to hear "OMG! What a freak! She didn't even flinch when I tried to startle her!". I had been taking my daughter out of her infant carrier, looking lovingly into her eyes.
  I haven't tested the theory, but I suspect dissociation may very well be how one walks on water and such things. One would have to consciously be able to dissociate to the degree required from the collectively agreed to physical environment.
  On the milder side: I'll be sitting there totally engrossed in a movie plot with flashbacks and twist and turns and turn to my sister: "Oh, wow , that was intensely awesome" and recap the and she's all like "How could you even follow that?! The kids are running right in front of it and jumping on the couch next to us! I didn't get a bit of it!".
  I had a teacher leave his desk and pull mine directly in front him so I would "pay attention". Yet my work would would be read to the class with marvel a perfect example of what was being taught. I had a "photographic memory" and had to hear something only once. Could ADHD be a naturally born creative master rather than any form of "deficiency"?
  I don't disturb my children when they "daze out" because I know when I have, though no thoughts were going through my mind while I was, a profound thought and/or answer would come immediately following. I don't yell to get their attention when they're playing "absentmindedly" and bit my tongue when they're about to step in dog pooh and somehow step right over it. I let them continue to play instead of insisting they aren't listening. I wait until their attention comes to me. I don't yell through rooms or across houses for them. I go to them quietly and observe before interrupting. I respect THEIR now moment, not insisting it always be coherent with mine.
   We always hear of examples of prisons being hit by bombs and the imprisoned Christian or Jehovah's Witness or whichever cult is being touted as "backed by god" being the only one unharmed, their cell the only one left virtually intact. Miracle from god or practiced dissociation from the collective reality? Small woman lifting a car off a pinned child: pure adrenaline or momentary dissociation from our collective reality?
  For me, worth consideration.