From Anomaly, Chapter 1.

It’s 1960 in Beckenham, Kent, England, I’m three years old, lying in my cot. It’s a dark November night, raining and very windy. There are streetlights outside, the branches of the trees are moving over the lights, and there are shadows flickering around the room. I can hear the rain pinging against the glass windows. I feel warm, secure, and happy in my soul lying there, feeling at one. Then as I look towards the end of my cot, through the bars of my cot, there’s a person, a lady, a Mother, standing at the end of my bed, with a dark complexion and long dark hair, wearing a white robe or sari. It looks shiny as if made of silk. I feel warm and soothed, not frightened at all. Then it’s morning and I’m awake, and my mother comes into the room, and I say, mummy, who was the lady standing at the end of my bed. My mother looks at me and says, oh, you were dreaming. I said, no, no, who is the lady who came to stand at the end of my bed last night. Oh no, stop it, you must have been dreaming. It happened three more times, three more nights. I’ll never forget it, that feeling….