Ok, now before I explain, I am not a 'white witch', I don't wear long floaty skirts made of hemp (not that there is anything wrong with floaty, hemp skirts) and I am not a compulsive liar. I simply want to share a rather odd experience that I can't explain.
My daughter is four and recently a family friend died. Ever since then, my daughter is fascinated with the whole idea of death and tries to eek out of me any information that she can, I am usually very straight-forward but sensitive about it and give the subject a great deal of thought... Usually... One day she was mucking around at the kitchen table and she said 'Mummy, I'm dead'. Ok, this floored me, I expected this fascination and should have known that a four year old could pass on a comment like this in such an indifferent manner. However, I panicked and told her off (awful, I know) and I said to her 'Don't make silly jokes about that, grown ups get very upset when you talk about things like that'.
'Why?'
She said.
'Because when someone dies, we never see them again'.
Oh God, I know. I was just upset. But literally in the instant that I said it a HUGE light flashed across the kitchen. I simply can't explain it but at the time it was heart-stoppingly vivid. Nothing more than that, I can't analyse it, I can't explain it rationally but it was not something normal, like the light catching the corner of my eye, this was...well, something. I'm not freaked out though, I am a little more liberal in my explanations now though.