A Holy Gift

It started with a tingling sensation in my hands, not unlike the feeling you get when your arm falls asleep – except it was in both hands, gripping the steering wheel of my 1985 Toyota Celica GT hatchback.

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The day I bought my 1985 Toyota Celica GT Hatchback (1996)

It was 3am and I was driving through the deserted streets of my hometown – Menasha, Wisconsin – listening to some music, smoking cigarettes, remembering what it felt like to be 16, driving this very car through these very same streets. Those days seemed so distant, but not because of the years that had passed, but because of the innocence lost. I was now 22 years old, a senior in college at UW Madison. I was hungover yet again from the previous night of drinking and drugs, and as usual, I couldn’t sleep. I came home from college for the weekend to see my girlfriend Wendy.

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Steve and Wendy  (2001)

She was a Nurse and had just left for her 12 hour shift (3am -3pm) at Theda Clark Hospital. I decided to go for a drive since I couldn’t sleep and was sick of lying around with my racing thoughts. What followed was the weirdest, most physically intense experience of my life. What I experienced that night, on March 1, 2003, alone in my car, changed the course of my life forever.

So what happened on that night?

Well, that is ultimately for you to decide. My goal here is to try to convey this experience in a way that includes detailed information and actual evidence of authenticity. Was it God? I hope you will at least be open to that possibility. I realize much of the information here will require you to believe I am a truthful and credible person. Most of you don’t know me personally, so that obviously presents some difficulty. If you do conclude that I’m simply making this up, I understand. This world is full of bullshit and fakers, so maybe I’m just another one to add to your list. But at least consider what my motives would be for doing so. I’m not trying to sell you anything (in fact, I would love to send you a free gift). And telling a story like this does not exactly paint me in a flattering light, as you’ll see later on when I recount how I impaled myself on a fence while drunk. Anyway, I better get to it, I know attention spans are short these days. First, just a little background on myself.

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Ullmer Family (1991)

I was born on June 7, 1980 and I grew up in Menasha, Wisconsin (USA). I come from a family of 6 children, and have some pretty awesome parents (that’s me in the back rocking the sweet mullet). We didn’t have a lot of money, but they gave me a loving home, and were strong believers in God. I guess I would have considered myself a believer growing up, but by the time I hit high school, I was done with God. Maybe God existed or maybe it was all fake – but I don’t think I cared either way. I wasn’t much of an athlete, but I got good grades in school. I started drinking around age 15, and that lifestyle soon became central to my identity. It seemed innocent enough at first, but as the years passed, the hangovers worsened and the consequences became more severe. I was arrested for DWI at age 17, and had several other alcohol-related legal issues before I turned 21.

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Steve, age 18 (1998)

I was never what I would consider an alcoholic, because I didn’t drink every day. I was a binge-drinker, which meant that I would get hammered Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night and then swear I would never drink again by Sunday. Many of you can relate, I’m sure. If you’ve ever been hungover, you know how much it sucks. When you first start drinking – especially if you’re young – the hangovers aren’t bad at all. But they steadily get worse with age and experience. By the time I was 20, the hangovers started to not only get worse physically – but also mentally. There was a “darkness” to them that I could feel, and sleeplessness usually accompanied that. It’s hard to describe exactly what I mean, but it was almost as if I felt like a machine, like I had no soul, very aware of the mechanics of my breathing – if that makes any sense. My friends and I were also experimenting with drugs, some of which offer their own dark experiences that are inescapable when you are under the influence of them.

A series of physical injuries would ultimately provide the motivation to take a step back from this lifestyle and start asking questions. I want to detail each of them, as they are both critical for reasons you will understand just a bit later. I’m sure it all sounds a bit confusing, but bear with me. Here’s the first injury.

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Scar from my hand injury – May 15, 2001

It was May 15, 2001. Somehow, the Milwaukee Bucks were in the playoffs and were tied in a best-of-seven series with the Charlotte Hornets, 2 games each. As I mentioned, I am from Wisconsin, and the Bucks are the professional basketball team from our state. For most of my life, they have been terrible, but that year they were in the playoffs, so we were pretty jacked up to watch them. It was a Thursday night, and I was getting drunk as usual. I shared a house with 4 other guys, and we were watching the game. The Bucks lost that night, and apparently I was quite upset about this. I went outside on our back deck and started throwing things (yes, I am an idiot).

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Hospital Report – Hand Injury – May 15, 2001

I picked up a large broken shard of wood from a piece of furniture and tried to throw it like a Frisbee with both hands. The jagged end came around as I let it go and slashed open my right hand. The cut was deep and my friends took me to the hospital where they stitched me up. I lied and told them I cut my hand washing dishes, which you can see on the hospital report. This event didn’t really slow me down at all in terms of drinking. I was actually very fortunate that the cut missed tendons, arteries, and veins. All that remains today is a scar and some nerve damage, but otherwise my hand is fully functional.

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Actual fence from this event, located on State Street in Madison, Wisconsin (2002). This fence was removed a few years later when a new building was constructed on the site.

A year later, I would injure myself again, only this time it was much more serious. It was Friday night, April 5, 2002. I had been drinking since the previous day, stopping only to sleep. We were hanging out at a bar on State Street near the university campus in Madison, Wisconsin. One of my friends wanted to leave and I followed him. He hopped a fence that was across the street from the bar. I don’t have a clear memory of the exact series of events that followed, but I know I tried to climb the fence and got stuck, I believe from my belt. There were two individuals who pushed me up over the fence, but I don’t remember if they were trying to help me off the fence or hurt me. My full weight came down on one of the fence spikes, driving it deep into my body in the very upper part of my left leg, essentially…my ass. I don’t know how I got off the fence, or really how I got home. I remember getting punched at some point, but I’m not sure if it was the same guys by the fence or someone else. When I arrived at my house, located at 322 West Wilson St, I immediately fell asleep in my bed. I woke up the next morning and hurt everywhere. When I looked down at the sheets, there was quite a bit of blood, and that jolted me awake as my mind raced to remember the events from the previous night. Everything kind of felt numb and swollen around the wound area, and I was still bleeding. I showered and hid my bloody clothes. I didn’t know how bad it was, and I didn’t even tell my roommates because I was embarrassed about the whole thing. I had a swollen face and black eye as well from being punched. As the day went on, and the bleeding continued, I finally conceded to myself that I needed medical attention. I made up a story about my sister coming to town, and told my roommates that I was going to meet up with her and would be staying with her for a few days. I packed a change of clothes and walked to Meriter Hospital, alone.

At the hospital I was admitted to the ER and examined. They asked a lot of questions, and were very skeptical of my story. I said I hurt myself trying to climb a fence, but they kept asking if someone had attacked me or stabbed me. They were also concerned since it had been nearly 24 hours since the injury, and the risk of infection was high. They said I would require surgery immediately to close the wound and they called in Dr Jacquelynn Thompson (now Jacquelynn Arbuckle) to perform the surgery. I had to call my dad for insurance purposes, and I also called my girlfriend Wendy. I was ashamed and scared, but did my best to hide it.

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Hospital Report – Fence Injury – April 6, 2002

When I awoke from surgery, Dr Thompson came in and informed me of the severity of my injury. She said she could fit her entire hand inside the wound. She was also very concerned about potential infection. If infection set in, because of the area of the injury, there was potential for permanent damage, impacting my future ability to have children. I had to sit in a warm bath every few hours to help the wound heal, and I remember sitting there, alone and naked. This was the lowest point of my life. I hated myself, I hated who I had become, and I hated the life I was living. I was released a couple days later after a heavy dose of IV antibiotics, with no signs of infection. The healing process was slow, and required multiple follow-up visits.

I left Madison after that school year and spent the summer in my hometown with Wendy, working at Neenah Foundry as an intern. Wendy and I spent a lot of time together that summer, and really solidified our relationship. When I returned to school for my senior year of college, I could tell things were different. I was more withdrawn from my friends, and would sometimes just stay in our apartment at 620 N Carroll St to drink and get high by myself. I had become disillusioned with the whole lifestyle I was living. It was empty. It had taken so much away from me, damaged relationships, and caused so much harm to my life – and for what? Was it fun? Sure, at times. But in the end it was a waste. I started searching for answers, searching for truth because I knew the life I was living was getting darker as I continued down this path. Fellowship of the RingI had watched the movie Fellowship of the Ring over the summer and I was intrigued by the contrast between good and evil, and the effect that the ring had on whoever was in possession of it. It could corrupt anyone, no one was immune. I wasn’t much of a reader at all really, but I thought I might try reading the book since I liked the movie so much. I was hooked. Reading became a way for me to withdraw and escape from a life I was quickly becoming disillusioned with. I could relate to the characters, and I loved the depth and wisdom of Tolkien’s writing. Reading helped me cope with the long sleepless nights – especially when I was hungover. I ended up reading all three books in the series, and I was thirsty for more. I wanted to read something deep, something heavy that I could relate to real life.

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Front page from the Bible my parents gave me on August 27, 1998 when I went to college.

My mind kept going to the Bible that my parents had given me 4 years ago as a high school graduation present, days before I went off to college. I remember reading the note my mom wrote in the front cover, and trying not to roll my eyes when they gave it to me. I didn’t want to throw it away or anything – that was bad right? – but I never considered reading it. It just sat in my dresser drawer year after year. Yet now, it seemed to be calling me – okay, that’s an exaggeration, maybe a little too much Lord of the Rings reference right there – but I seriously couldn’t get it off my mind. So I gave it a shot. I started reading in my room with the door locked. This was top secret! I went through Proverbs, then started reading about Jesus in the New Testament. Over and over again I would read something, and my mind would instantly flash to moments from my past or people in my life. The Jesus depicted here in the Bible was nothing like my notions of him that I had gathered through my childhood. He was so real, so human, yet he was obviously much more since he performed miracles and came back to life after execution. He wasn’t “religious” at all – and he actually seemed to have some serious issues with religious hypocrites he encountered. My heart would pound when I would read certain parts, there had to be something to this ancient book. If all this was true, then I had no excuse. If all this was true…I was lost.

I finished reading the New Testament and I had more questions than answers. Was all this God stuff real? I wasn’t sure about that, but I did believe in good and evil. I had seen too much over the last few years. Things like the Columbine school shooting, the September 11 attacks, and even some of the people I had encountered in the world of drinking and drugs, it was clear that something had gone very wrong with this world. I had felt it inside myself too. The darkness in my soul that I experienced seemed to be occurring more frequently. The thoughts in my head. The self-hatred. It felt like a war in my mind…a war that I was losing.

And that’s where I found myself on March 1, 2003 at the age of 22. Driving my car in the middle of the night. My mind restless. Searching for answers, searching for peace.

Then I felt it.

It started in my hands, just a light tingling sensation. It was like they had fallen asleep, or maybe I was just cold? But it intensified, and I could feel it in my neck, my head, spreading through my body. Now please understand. I’ve done drugs, I’ve experienced all kinds of unnatural highs and things like that. This was nothing like that. The only way to describe the physical intensity I was feeling was like some sort of electricity – but it wasn’t painful.

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Butte Des Morts Park – site of my experience on March 1, 2003

I blurted out the words ‘It’s God, it’s God’, and the moment I did, the intensity increased to a point that I didn’t think I could physically handle it. I seriously thought I might die. It wasn’t painful, but I was scared out of my mind, and started hyperventilating. I pulled my car into Butte des Morts Park, shut it off, and turned off the stereo because the song that was playing was not helping matters as I was trying to hold it together. I remember saying out loud ‘call dad’ and struggling with my cell phone because my hands were somewhat contorted. My dad was sleeping and would soon be getting up for work at Miller Electric. When he answered, I must have sounded like a crazy person I’m sure. I was scared, and I wanted him to come get me, since I didn’t think I could drive home in this state. I described my location the best I could, and he said he was coming. I think he believed I was suicidal.

crossroadsThere I sat. Alone, but not alone. Sitting in a car, unable to fully comprehend what was happening to me. I knew it was God. God was real. Not only real, but powerful. I had felt just a tiny fraction of His power, and it was more than I could take. The physical intensity started to subside, and I wept. I felt very aware of myself and my brokenness in that moment. I felt so unworthy that God would do something so personal and reach out to me. Why me? I was not a good person – at all. I was full of pride, self-hatred, and all kinds of things that I knew were not good. But I was faced with a decision, one that would determine my life going forward. I was at a crossroads. I could continue to live for myself and ignore this God who reached out to me. Or, I could give my life to Him and embrace the free gift that I was being offered. The choice was mine to make. I surrendered.

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Steve and Wendy Wedding – July 17, 2004

I said I wanted to keep this as short as possible, and I want to get into the evidence I have for this experience as quickly as possible. So I will get right into it with the first piece of evidence I have.

Myself.

My life changed on that night. I proposed to my girlfriend Wendy two weeks later. We stopped having sex (until we were married, then we had a lot of sex, resulting in a lot of children). I stopped getting drunk, stopped getting high, and did my best to live a life that reflected what I knew from the Bible. I started reading books about God, spirituality, religion – anything I could get my hands on. I wasn’t perfect. At all. I still made tons of mistakes, and I struggled with sin. But life change, real life change, is hard to fake and there is no denying that my life changed on that night. Those around me saw it and were witnesses to it. So I want to offer that as a piece of evidence in regards to the authenticity of this experience. No matter what it was that actually happened on that night, there is no denying that it changed my life.

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The song Parabola by TOOL was on the Lateralus Album – released May 15, 2001

Now let’s get weird. All right, this story is already weird, but this is where you might start to think I’m insane. Hopefully I can present this in a somewhat rational way, but I will understand if you write me off after this. Remember that song that I said was playing during my experience in the car? I remembered it only because it was freaking me out at the time, and that caused me to shut if off. It was by a band named TOOL, and the name of the song was Parabola. TOOL is a rock band that has a pretty large following. They aren’t exactly mainstream, but they definitely aren’t obscure. A Rolling Stone readers poll put them in the top 10 metal bands of all time. At that time in my life, I was into heavy rock (Deftones, Disturbed, Mudvayne, KORN, Alice in Chains, Linkin Park, Rage Against the Machine, System of a Down, etc.) and TOOL was just another band that I really enjoyed. Their lyrics are usually pretty weird, I would even say nonsensical at times, and it’s often hard to understand what lead singer Maynard James Keenan is saying. But his voice is phenomenal, and their sound is amazing. Anyway, the only reason I know the song Parabola was playing is because at the end of the song there is a very heavy guitar riff with no vocals. It stands apart from the rest of the song and has an almost ominous sound to it. That is the particular part of the song that was playing during my experience, and actually caused me to shut it off – because it was freaking me out! So when I got home early that morning, just hours after my experience, I had this song Parabola stuck in my head and I felt compelled to look up the lyrics. Here are a few lines from the song:

Hold on, stay inside this holy reality, this holy experience

I am not alone in this body, this body holding me

Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing

Now clearly, these lyrics could apply directly to my experience, and remember this is not a “Christian” band. Check out some other lyrics and songs from this band TOOL, and you won’t see content like this. Maynard’s lyrics are usually very confusing, and fans are left wondering what exactly he is talking about. But here, the phrase ‘recognize this as a holy gift‘ can even be taken as a direct explanation for what I experienced. I have come to view my experience as exactly that.

A holy gift.

There have been many times over the years where even just remembering this experience has given me strength during times of doubt. To be clear though, my faith is not based solely on this event. Rather, my faith has grown steadily from that moment as God has continually proven Himself faithful in my life and in the lives of those around me who know Him. So I offer these lyrics from the song that was playing during my experience as further evidence that what occurred was more than just some sort of natural phenomenon. Now of course you can say that I just searched for some lyrics that sounded spiritual by a popular rock band, and invented this whole story about a song playing during my experience. Well, let’s look a little deeper into the song at something that would be much more difficult to fake…

This next piece of evidence from the song Parabola will connect with some of my previous experiences. First, just a quick reminder of the two injuries I sustained. My hand in 2001, and the fence incident in 2002. Now, let’s look at the music video for Parabola. Yes, I am an adult, and I’m actually going to present a music video as evidence for God’s interaction in my life. Really.

I don’t remember seeing the music video until a week or two after my experience, when I was back at college. We didn’t have Youtube back in 2003, so I had to download music videos off the internet. During that time in my life, I loved to sit around in my apartment, smoke weed, drink and watch music videos – my roommates from that time could confirm this. So I finally got around to viewing this music video for the song Parabola, and again, I am presented with something that is extremely relevant to my experience. Now most of the video is pure nonsense, the entire beginning is just random weirdness – typical of most TOOL videos. But fast forward to the end of the song around 8:26 (click here) and watch the video sequence during the heavy guitar riff I referred to earlier.

Freaky? Yes. But the parallel to what I experienced is undeniable. Let’s look even closer at what’s going on here.

At 8:53 (click here) you have the subject looking at his right hand. Now recall back to my hand injury in 2001

Coincidence? Maybe. But while we’re at it, here’s another one. This song, Parabola, was from a TOOL album called Lateralus…released on May 15, 2001, the same day I lacerated my hand.

Let’s keep going with the video…The flaming eyes in the video enter the subject’s body from the feet and make their way up. At 9:09 (click here), you see one of the eyes (with a red trail) pierce through the subject’s body at the same location as my fence impalement from April 2002.

Continuing with the video sequence to 9:18 (click here), you can distinctly see a cross form in the subject’s heart. Parabola CrossAgain, I think the symbolism speaks for itself. If my experience on March 1, 2003 was an interaction with God, and I gave my life to Him on that night, then the Spirit of God took up residence in my heart on that night. I know that probably sounds pretty religious to some of you, but I really don’t know how else to describe it based on what I know.

Okay, enough of the music video, I probably lost a lot of you on that one. I have shared that with a few of my family and friends and I usually just end up with blank stares. Anyway, final piece of evidence for you. March 1, 2003 instantly became a very special date to me. Every year my family would acknowledge this day as my spiritual birthday. So two weeks after my experience, I got engaged to my girlfriend Wendy. Steve Wendy 2006We were married in 2004 and welcomed our first child (Liam) into the world on March 1, 2006 – exactly 3 years to the day after my experience. Another coincidence? Well, I suppose you can find a way to explain this entire story away if you want to. There really is no way for me to prove that my experience on March 1, 2003 was from God. Let me summarize the evidence I have presented here again briefly

  1. My life changed dramatically on that night. While this certainly isn’t evidence for God, it does help my credibility a bit – especially if you are inclined to think I made this whole thing up. Life change is hard to fake, especially for 15+ years (I am currently 38 years old)
  2. The lyrics from the song Parabola by the band TOOL. This is the song that was playing in my car during my experience. Of all the songs that could have been playing in my car at that time, why this one? Lyrics that speak of ‘holy reality‘, ‘holy experience‘, and even a line that says ‘recognize this as a holy gift
  3. The music video to this song Parabola shows visual correlation to the two injuries I sustained in the years prior to my experience (hand laceration, fence impalement). The sequence at the end of the video in general depicts an individual being filled with some sort of presence – which is remarkably similar to what I experienced. Please note that I have read some of the commentary and background on this video as well. It was meant to depict a mystical Hindu experience called the Kundalini awakening. So you might ask why I interpreted my own experience as an interaction with God – particularly the God of Christianity. Well, that would be an entirely different discussion, and one that I would love to engage with anyone who is interested (contact me here). My primary objective here is to present evidence that would lead you to conclude that my experience was supernatural in origin.
  4. The TOOL album which contains the song Parabola was released on May 15, 2001, the same day I lacerated my hand. This by itself is certainly not overwhelming evidence, but I wanted to include it because it does seem relevant to this discussion.
  5. My son Liam was born on March 1, 2006. This was exactly three years after my spiritual experience on March 1, 2003.

So there you have it. If you made it through this whole story, I commend you. I’m sure it was one of the weirder things you’ve read in a while. I realize that a personal experience is actually quite limited in the effect it can have on others, and it is difficult to relate to. People make up stuff all the time. People imagine things all the time. I might be a certified whack-job, right? Maybe I just had a panic attack, or maybe some sort of seizure or mini-stroke. I’ve heard all kinds of naturalistic explanations for this experience – but the only thing they attempt to explain is the physical sensation I felt that night. They do nothing to explain the five pieces of evidence presented above. Like I said, I’ve done drugs and have experienced those types of highs and this was nothing like that. I’ve had panic attacks (unfortunately), and again, they are nothing like this experience. I’ve never had a stroke or seizure. I’ve never physically experienced anything like this before or since. I simply do not have a category for what I felt that night.

I would love to hear your feedback. Seriously, even if you just want to tell me I’m insane, I honestly want to know what you think of my experience. You can contact me here.

Reason for GodI would also like to send you a free gift that I hope will help you on your own spiritual journey. If you don’t believe that God is real, or perhaps you just have questions about God, let me send you this book (click here), The Reason for God by Tim Keller. This book is one that I have read more than once, and is written by a man who I greatly respect. Tim Keller is not some slick religious guy trying to sell you something or a political activist posing as a preacher. He is a very humble, intelligent, authentic individual who makes some excellent points in this book. See what he has to say about God, what do you have to lose? (click here)

My decision to read the Bible changed my life. I mean that. If you’ve never read the Bible for yourself, I want to encourage you to do that. No matter what you think of it, the Bible is the number one best seller in the history of humanity. It has changed the lives of millions, including myself. It can also be a bit intimidating to just pick up and read. But if God is real, then it makes sense that He would leave some way for us to know Him. I would encourage you to start in the New Testament, with any of the Gospels – Matthew, Mark, Luke, or John. These are simple accounts of the life of Jesus. Another thing I have found extremely helpful is to get a study Bible. A study Bible contains lots of helpful notes on the bottom of every page that will help you understand what you are reading. If you are serious about wanting to read the Bible, let me send you one! Click here

So now that I am a follower of Jesus, life is perfect right? God just wants me to be happy and hang out here on earth while I wait to go to heaven, right? God would never allow anything really bad to happen, right?? If you’ve been told that line of bullshit, I’m sorry. My faith in God would be tested beyond anything I could ever have imagined on the night of March 16, 2017. On that night, I would wake up to hear my wife Wendy taking her last breaths. She was the love of my life. A healthy, vibrant 36 year old, and we had no idea anything was wrong with her. Suddenly, I found myself alone, raising 4 children. You can read Wendy’s story here.

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Steve and Wendy Ullmer Family (2016)

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    1. I myself also have experienced the tingling starting at my feet and praying the feeling only intensified..my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ saved me on that day for Good, when on that night He filled me with His spirit and my life was changed forever..That was 15 years ago..I loved your story..🤗

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  1. Definitely God! I’ve also felt the sensation and had similar experience with music. Like he’s speaking to me through it! 💕 Loved your testimony! God Bless

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    1. Thank you so much, good to know that there are others who have felt something like this. Music is very powerful, and I feel like God can use it to reach us in very unique ways.

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    2. Steve, thank you for sharing your experiences and the stories of both Wendy and Erin. I was captivated by every post; in tears many times. From your first encounter with God, to hearing him through songs, I could relate to many experiences you have had. I’m about a year older than you and I too loved bands like Tool, and your opinion on the singers voice is verbatim of what I always said about it…it was almost eerie reading your description. In any case, God has used many mainstream songs to speak to me at just the right times.
      Reading your account of feeling that electrical sensation in your hands and into your body set me back to when I was 8, and I had stumbled across my mother watching a tv preacher who gave an alter call. I had grabbed my mother’s hand, and threw my hands up in the air and accepted Christ as my savior. I felt that same electricity permeate my body. And talk about noticing a change! I was just a young girl, yet I noticed that God had changed my heart and even how I thought, without anyone ever telling me that God did indeed change me that day.
      Right now my family is going through transition. We are a happy family of 6, married 17 years, together 21 with 4 children literally very close in age to yours born in 2004, 2005, 2009 & 2013. We have walked by faith for a long, long time, but we literally jumped off the cliff of faith almost a year ago now. We’ve been blindly following where God is leading, looking like fools to all those around us. In a journey that took us 1,200 miles and back again. We know we are right to just trust Him, but at times, as a fleshy person, you grow impatient and feel like you’re just wandering instead of following. We’ve gotten confirmation that we are on the right path, and have seen miracles and answer to long awaited prayers, but we’ve also experienced great heartache along the way. And it’s been hard. Wendy and Erin’s stories touched my heart so much. Both of their accounts broke my heart for the better, and have renewed my hope.
      I know I didn’t stumble across this blog by accident (although, I’d never heard of you before)….I know I was lead here, and it was what I needed to hear. Thank you, thank you, thank you! And I’m sorry I went on and on…I tend to do that too! Lol

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  2. This entire series of events is no coincidence. God works in mysterious ways and I know this to be true because God has shown me people, places and things in a dream before they occured! God is real. My question to the writer, did you ever call out to God?

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    1. Thank you for reading my story, I appreciate the feedback. I wouldn’t say I called out to God, but I believe I was seeking Him by reading the Bible. I never thought He would invade my life in the way that He did, but I am forever grateful.

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  3. Thanks so much for sharing your testimony. I’ve had same things happen & have always known it was God. It’s nice to see I’m not the only one & not too different.

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    1. Hey you’re story I needed it. We all have our own . But we need to share these stories so we can help the next person find there way to God! I been to hell and back and living proof that there is a God!!!!!!!! I’ve lost a dad to suicide years ago a mom to cancer. I still didn’t quit drinking. A divorce and home and children grew distant. Still didn’t faze me still continued to drink . Until one night I got spiritually broken and got a sample of what Hell really is . Now I’ve been sober for over two years my children will have something to do with me now and my spiritual journey has just began. It’s not easy but we now have the Lord on our side. I live in the present moment I stay closer to God this way and let him guide me !!! I’m always looking and thanking him for everything and if I forget he reminds me . I tried to explain this too to people but a lot of them can’t comprehend this or just don’t believe or think you’re just another holy roller!! Thanks again and I love you brother!!!!

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  4. God knows how to get our attention and turn us from the wrong path that leads to destruction and death to the path of life and holiness where our entire life changes and we can then walk in a loving relationship with the One who made us, suffered our penalty for sin, died and went to hell in our place. He was raised from the dead and now reigns as King of kings and Lord of lords. Everything He did, He did for us out of a pure love we may never fully understand.
    Life is not easy….no matter what path we travel, but where we end up in eternity…to me, that is the question and answer for the reason we live and breathe.
    The choice is ours to make….

    Thank you for sharing your experience…
    and I am so sorry for the loss of your beautiful wife…
    May God bless you and your children abundantly, richly and deeply 💕🙏

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    1. Thank you for reading my story, and for your encouraging words. Thank you for your condolences on Wendy as well. We are indeed blessed, and look forward to the day when we are reunited.

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  5. I believe it 100% as I read it I felt the Holy Spirit as I just wrote that I felt Jesus. God is faithful. Continue to follow him and walk into the narrow gate you are one of the few who has found it. I would love to know more deeper about your story. You said there’s more I would love to know more. God called you for a reason and a purpose. God doesn’t call the prepared but he prepares the called.

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  6. Thank you for sharing your story and I’m so sorry to hear about your your wife passing. I had a similar experience 6 years ago, when God freed me from alcohol addiction and anxiety, and filled me with with the Holy Spirit. It took a step of faith for me. I couldn’t take the pain of my anxiety anymore, so I told Him I wouldn’t drink that day and let Him handle it. I didn’t want Him to take the drinking away, just the anxiety because I loved alcohol. Jesus instantly freed me from both though, and the feeling I got was better than any “buzz” I’ve ever had. I was tingling all over, happier than I’ve ever been, felt invincible and cried like a baby. Jesus is real brother!

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  7. I believe you 1000%! I had a supernatural experience with God that saved me as well! I’m so glad to see someone else had a supernatural experience like my own! God is so wonderful and amazing isn’t he?

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    1. Me too. April 15th. I came out an atheist and rebuked it all the next day. God bless you. I needed to read this. I too was so wowed at the experiance I decided to marry my boyfriend of 8 years. We’re vowing not to have sex anymore, and I absolutely agree that it only gets tougher with God, but we have God and he only gives us things to make us stronger and for us to be more poor in spirit. I described those couple of days I had as though someone must have shot dopamine in my veins. Never got past weed, but I got off my meds and am devoting my life to him. It’s like nothing is worth having without him because I mean he’s everything. Good for you sharing your testimony. Yeah people think we’re crazy, but it’s all worth it in the end. God bless you.

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  8. Ugh, that was the most boring thing I think Ive ever read. You are a TERRIBLE story teller. I want to kill myself for having read it and I just hope that you follow my lead

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    1. That was Almighty God reaching out to you. Boring?! I think not. Please don’t kill yourself before you’ve lent your ears to your loving Heavenly Father.

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  9. I loved the story it helped me alot in my time of sadness and darkness and for the person who comented he wanted to kill himself i pray for hom because to say a rude coment like that he truly must have a inner deamond that guids him and may he someday be saved

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  10. I loved the story it helped me alot in my time of sadness and darkness and for the person who comented he wanted to kill himself i pray for hom because to say a rude coment like that he truly must have a inner deamond that guids him and may he someday be saved god bless us all

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  11. I completely believe 100% that you had this experience, and I think I might have a suggestion if you still have questions about God and religion. Have you ever seen those guys in white shirts and ties riding bikes, or maybe driving cars around town? Or gals in dresses doin the same thing? They have black name tags with Elder or Sister So-and-So from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. They are the best listeners I know, and they can answer just about any question you have.

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    1. Thank you so much for the response Cherylyn. I have actually studied the Mormon religion quite a bit, but there are things they believe which I cannot say I agree with. For instance, they believe that God used to be a man. They also believe in salvation through works, while I believe that salvation is only through faith in Jesus. Please contact me if you would like to discuss further!

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    2. They don’t believe in Christ the way is written on the bible. They believe in their founder prophet Smith who wrote a seperate book claiming those are the true teachings. They also believe in pologomy and that they must work hard to become gods. Faith is just putting all your trust in Lord Jesus and turning away from sin. Salvation is a free gift, meaning u can’t earn it. Read Romans

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  12. Why is it when a soul starts to become enlightened the only believers are christian? My son felt when I was becoming enlightened that I needed to be hospitalized. It only happens around my birthday and I’m so hurt inside that he of all people wouldn’t allow me that process. I begged and pleaded 4 years ago and I’m still asking why I’m here.

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    1. Thanks Cheryl, that’s a good question. No doubt there have been millions and millions of spiritual experiences throughout human history. Since I was seeking Jesus at the time (when I was reading the Bible in the months prior to my experience), I believe my experience was from the God of Christianity. I have studied other religions as well since my experience, because I was fascinated with spiritual experiences in general, but they don’t really make sense to me in how they explain our origin, purpose, morality, and destination.

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  13. That wasn’t God in the sense you are trying to bring across. I know because I’ve had this exact thing happen to me except mine stuck around 24/7. You experienced an activation of your kundalini energy that sits at the base of your spine. In a full kundalini awakening (spiritual awakening) those symptoms stay (electricity running through the nervous system) until the process is complete. You obviously didn’t have a full awakening but you did activate it. Look up kundalini awakening and you will realize that that electricity running through your system is one of the hallmark symptoms of kundalini.

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    1. Thank you for the response Karen, I really appreciate it. Are you saying you have this “electricity” feeling 24/7? Or did it eventually cease? Like I said in my story, I mine only lasted about 10 minutes and I haven’t felt it since. I can’t say that I am seeking it or feel the need to seek it either. For me, I feel like this was God’s way of showing me that He is real and my life since that time has been a response to that reality.

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      1. Hi Steve, just want to say your testamonies was amazing, God is wonderful and so loving and merciful, I agree with you that was deff Not the Kundalini Spirit, that’s demonic! only God’s Holy Spirit could change your life in the way you explain because his is the Spirit of Truth. There is many deceiving Spirits but when we give our hearts to the Lord we are sealed with his precious Holy Spirit. I’ve had great miracle’ s in my family so I know 100% God is real, just quickly my brother was in a coma after a massive overdose and docs said even if he came out of it he would need 24 hour care, we didn’t accept that because the God we serve has the last say, not only did he deliver him from a heroine addiction he totally restored his health, today he preaches in our church Praise God. Also my sister was healed of Cancer. God is truly a loving Father who has only good things for our life If we open our hearts. God Bless You from Ireland.

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  14. Praise God for your story!! I believe it whole-heartedly. I also had a supernatural life-changing personal encounter with Jesus seven years ago! I know what you’re talking about. There’s nothing sweeter than His irresistible grace!!

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  15. When you fell on the fence you inadvertently released the prana the life force from the primordial cells of the perineum. Also known as the root chakra where divinity is held until we free it either by repeated meditation or trauma -which is what happened to you. Also called the Holy Spirit in Christianity. You did experience God and it activated the Kundalini. You have the ability to raise it higher and experience even more enlightened experiences if you choose.

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    1. Thanks for the response. The fence incident was about one year prior to my spiritual experience. Would that make any difference? Would you consider the Holy Spirit to be the same thing as the Kundalini?

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      1. Thank you for this! I had the same thing happened to me twice. I havent met anybody near me who experience the same thing. But now I know im not alone, and it WAS God. First time happened when a pastor prayed for me, and second time when I was sick and desperate and I prayed and worship with Todd White’s instagram live video, (wasnt live though), where he and several pastors were praying for healing. Suddenly i felt the same feeling I had felt almost 10 years ago! It was bizare, and amazing. He does exist. And I realize he is closer when you are in desperate need of Him.

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  16. Hi. I absolutely love your story. I believe that The Creator (as God prefers to be called) definitely reached out to you. My life went to hell after my mother was killed. She died when I was eleven. My sisters and I went to live with our grandparents. I always felt that what happened to our mother was my fault, and my grandma blamed me too. Apparently I had said something to my father and that’s why he murdered her. Anyway I ended up going down a very dark path, drinking and using drugs. My daughter ended up being taken into care. And I became a heroin addict. I got myself clean and sober by September 2009. In 2014 I started watching a TV series called Supernatural. After about a month of watching I woke up one day and I kept getting this feeling. It started in my hands going up my arms into my chest. It was a tingly feeling then a feeling of joy. I felt it go through my entire body. I knew I’m my heart that it could only be one thing. It was God. He was letting me know that he was here by my side. I lost my faith the moment I lost my mum, but God didn’t lose faith in me, and in that moment my faith was renewed. I’m not one for religion, religion is currupt. But I believe Jesus is our Lord and Saviour and God is the light.

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    1. Thank you so much for your candid story of revealing Jesus in your life!
      Your supernatural experience is from the Holy Spirit for sure!
      Not from Kundulini!
      Here is why.
      If it came from Kundulini, you would not be led to Jesus and testify Hi
      God knew where to find you. Even wben you were listening to the song not inspired by Him, our magnificent God used that darknesss to meet you to prove that there is nothing in this world dark enough for Him to reach you (You may already know the Christian song “Reckless Love”).
      You had an encounter with God! That physical manifestation has been very significant to transform your life. No doubt that it is from our God who created heaven and earth and universe came down to meet you right there when you were weary. Because of the fruit you have been bearing , I know it if from the same God who created universe. You have been vocal about revealing Jesus in a way how He orchestrated everything in your life to reach the broken person like you.
      I am amazed at Jesus shining in and through you!
      Jesus wants you continue in this journey with Him to be His friend so He can comtinue to talk to you and share with you the deepest things in His heart.
      This morning, I woke up from the dream that was unusual yet full of hope and victory in Jesus.
      Before forgetting it, I shared the story with my son. Then suddenly the Holy Spirit prompted me to do google search with key words in my mind that do not make sense. Because those words do not make sense, there was no result. Then second time, I did it again by changing one letter. Here we go. Just one result! That was your story!
      I can see God’s desire to draw your heart even closer to Him and continue to be a blessing to many. While enemy wants to silence the voice of God’s children to compromise His truth , you stood up for Him and have proclaimed His unfailing love in this way. I am very proud of you! You encouraged me to share with others how good Jesus has been in my life without hesitance!
      You have been faithful to small things by acknowledging Him and honoring the moments of His grace upon you. God will entrust to you with the bigger responsibility to fulfill His will in you and your family. Let Aaron’s blessings be yours as found in the book of Numbers 6:24-27. And I pray that God would open a new chaper in your life as found in the book of Song of Solomon 8:6 and the book of John 17:26.
      Thank you again for your courage!!!
      You put big smile on our Daddy’s face!

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  17. I absolutely believe this was the Holy Spirit 100%. I have the tingling sensation almost all the time … when I am in the word it increases. It started after I decided to turn my life over to Jesus. I prayed that he would fill me with His Holy Spirit. God is so very gracious. God bless you and your children.

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  18. I too have had epiphanies, even upsets and even personal failures, but I am so touched by your ordeal. I am so sorry for your loss. Your wife is nearer than you know, because she is in Christ. He knows all our loves and hurts.

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  19. Kundalini Shakti, that’s the electrical shock type feeling you felt. The hands are said to be of significance in this. It is called a Kundalini Awakening. It is ascending, Moshka. Christianity calls this thhe Holt Spirit. Chi to the chinese, Ki to the Japanese, Ruah to Hebrews, I believe every religion and culture has some kind of a reference to it and a different word to call it by. Just google it.

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  20. March 1, 2003 – March is the 3rd month of the year and 2003. These 3’s are significant. 3 represents the Trinity: The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost. Praise God for changing your life that night and for your sharing your experience with others.

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  21. Thank you Steve, I believe it was God. Your story is inspirational. Condolences in your wife. May God continue to bless you and your children.

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  22. Just read your story. You have a deep spiritual experience. Very dramatic! I remember St. Paul’s conversion, and other saints like St. Augustine. You have a real, deep faith experience—Praise the Lord! Continue living a life according to God’s will. I am yet to read your narrative on Wendy (my condolences! She looks very beautiful and a good mom and wife. I hope you have come to terms with her passing away by now.) The reason why I clicked a link to your story is that I was about to read your blog on Wendy’s death. May God continue to manifest Himself in your life and the people you encounter. God bless you and your family.

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  23. I had a hurricane uncovered a bible burried in boxes in a shed that was destroyed. I became curious and read the old testament to find out who God is and I became saved not knowing or understanding being saved. I became a new person with a soft heart. I had been battling alcoholism too for 30 yrs. I told God I could never be the person he wanted me to be, to make me that person. He did. All my anger and bitterness disappeared. I thought I had gone crazy, but I prayed and God revealed to me salvation

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