When I was around four or five years old, I was outside by myself. I recall that I was standing on the walkway leading to the house and facing a beautiful white flowering bush, something like a snowball bush. I remember standing there and suddenly a feeling came over me of peace and contentment and I felt a "knowing" in the centre of my chest (solar plexus) that "the me that is me will never die." I do not have the exact words - but that is how I interpreted it. I think of this experience very often and wondered what is was. It was profound and I have never forgotten it - I am now 61.
During my life I have had many other experiences but it seems like they were within dreams. A couple specifically that I can recall was being taken to an ancient white building and standing in front of a table of people all in white robes (or seemed to be). They explained to me the meaning of life, astrology and other mysteries and answered all the "whys" but not by speaking, by telepathy. I recall waking up and thinking to myself that I now know everything and that everything has been explained and made sense to me at the time but then I could never recall or speak about what I learned during these sessions.
I am not sure what any of these experiences mean but the first one was so strong that I think of it on almost a daily basis.