I continued watching the images from my life on the inner screen, when I suddenly felt a jolt in my solar plexus, a sensation of a shift, falling; then I could see a park, a man and young woman, holding hands. I felt drawn in, pulled towards them, as if I was in the picture but above, looking down. Then I got the feeling of sinking, and sensed that the man was holding my hand. I felt slightly seasick as I moved into the image. I was in the movie. I turned to look at the man. ‘Oh!’ I felt a jolt of recognition and sense of ‘Oh there you are, of course, I know you. I would know you anywhere.’ A rush of joy flooded through me, relief; there he was, so clear. ‘I thought I’d never see you again.’ I felt tears come to my eyes and an overwhelming surge of happiness at being reunited with him. How could I have forgotten him? He was the love of my life.

‘Who, Bea?’ I heard Simon ask. ‘Who are you talking to?’

‘Man in the park.’

‘Where is the park?’

I made myself concentrate and look around. ‘Wood. Of course, I know where I am, it’s Cherry Tree Wood.’

‘Who’s looking at the wood?’

‘Me but not me. I know I have my eyes closed, but I can see and I can talk but I don’t think he can hear me.’

‘And are you all right where you are?’

‘Oh yes, very happy but no, wait …’

I sensed that the man was distressed and that the woman was also becoming upset. I experienced a ripping sear of pain. He was talking to her, to me. I felt myself detach from them, and again it was as though I was looking down from above. I could feel my breath becoming ragged. I didn’t want to leave. I sensed the man was going to go away and that I wouldn’t see him again. I felt an unbearable sense of loss, an empty dark chasm that I was falling into. Or was this what Saranya Ji told me? Was I dreaming it? Whichever, I didn’t like this feeling. I couldn’t bear that he was going to go. I struggled to breathe. ‘I don’t know if I am making this up, seeing what I’ve been told,’ I said.

‘Don’t worry,’ said Simon. ‘Don’t concern yourself with where the images or feelings are coming from. If you can, stay with it.’

I focused back on the scene in the park but it was too painful. ‘I saw him but I know I’m going to lose him again, forget him and it won’t be real. I’ll have lost him again.’

‘Moving on now,’ I heard Simon say. ‘Moving on to a happier time.’