Deja Vu is something that quite possibly we all expereince at some point in our life.
The translation of the term from French to English is either 'Flashback' or 'Already seen'.
For me it is a daily, often hourly occurrence and at times it feels as though my whole life is an episode of Deja Vu.
One long flashback.
The episodes are a result of having epilepsy (Temporal lobe epilepsy in my case) and are accompanied by an aura and a tingling of the skin - goosebumps or chills.
Just reading about epilepsy makes my whole body shiver and get the chills, but it is far from unpleasant.
It lets me know I'm alive.
The trigger to writing this piece came whilst doing research for the book I'm writing.
It is called 'Born at 48' and is about the first 15 months of my new life.
I've been asked to research the type of book that people who may be drawn to reading mine, like to read.
My initial reaction was "How on earth could anyone know that?" but the advice is to think of books that we like to read ourselves, then make a connection.
As I'm thinking of some of my favourite books -Illusions, The LIttle Prince, Conversations with God - 'Woosh' my skin tingles and I'm looking at the inside of a bookstore.
Flashback.
I'm not standing in the bookstore, it's more like i'm floating above, looking down.
I see someone who looks like me who seems to be wondering which book shelf to go to.
Where or when it is I don't know and I've no idea what book he's looking for.
The scene is frozen and although I'm able to see the rest of the room, nothing moves.
I see a staircase to the right but in my mind it goes down to a different shop.
He's still standing there looking and nothing is moving so I decide to leave.
I think I stayed floating for quite a while but it's good to comeback and finish writing.
I wonder if he found what he was looking for.