Mr. Hogan,
what I'm about to type happened many, many years ago, when I was 5 years old. I never thought about it again until I was close to the age of 30, when - for whatever reason - I started to show an interest in life after death, reincarnation, etc.

So here I am, 5 years old, pretending to be a singer. My parents' kitchen had a long, wide marble sink, and I decided to climb on top and make that my "stage". I stepped on a bar of soap and fell, hitting the back of my head. All I remember is this: first there was darkness and then I saw my mother screaming for help, shaking me, telling me to wake up. I couldn't believe she would go on like that because I was right there! I could see her and me on the floor, and I started saying, "Mom, I'm here!", "Mom, stop yelling, can't you see me??"
I don't know how long all of this lasted; I felt no pain, no sadness; if anything I felt a bit frustrated at my mother for "losing it", lol
Next thing I know there was another period of darkness and when I could see again, I was looking up at my mother, I was no longer hovering in a corner, close to the ceiling.

After this incident, I apparently started some odd behavior of which I have no recollection. My parents told me that I would sometimes sit up in bed, eyes closed, and say things - either about people or events - and whatever I shared with them invariably came true. This peculiar behaviour stopped by the time I reached the age of 7 or 8. I do not remember any of it, but my parents sure remembered.

Any idea what could have happened to me so many years ago? Thank you