I still don't know what that black goop was. It was bubbling out the center of my chest and disappearing. Maybe it was some sort of karma releasing from my soul. My mother's call pulls me back into my body. I am fully in my body and go upstairs to wash my hands for dinner.
Nothing seems out of the ordinary.
I don't ever remember telling my mother or anyone about this experience when it happened. I simply carried the sensations with me. Now it is still a warm memory filled with deep appreciation for a connection that could not be broken. If I focus deeply enough at any moment the memory becomes a loving sensation of connection. There seems to be no time.