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.

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.

Steve and Wendy  (2001)

She was a Nurse and had just left for her 12 hour shift, which started at 3am. I was staying in her parents basement, and came down to say goodbye before she left for work. 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.

Ullmer Family (1991)

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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.

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).

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 rigid. 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. By the grace of God, I surrendered.

Steve and Wendy Wedding 2004
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.


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.

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 8:40 (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 8:54 (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 surrendered my life to Him, 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 have doubts about God, or perhaps you just have questions, 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 has been helpful for me in strengthening my faith. Tim Keller is not some slick religious guy trying to sell you something, he is an intelligent thinker 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 while I wait to go to heaven, right? God would never allow anything really bad to happen, right?? Well, if you’ve been told that…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 what happened here.

Ullmer Family - June 2016
Steve and Wendy Ullmer Family (2016)

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    1. I had a similar experience. And I met God. I went the long- way- home. Including the beauty of the spiral and numbers calling to me. And I craved joy. So I read Matthew. By the time I got through with chapter 5 I was hooked and I get to know my Lord more and more everyday. . But be careful looking for signs and omens. Don’t let your mind be troubled with that and have child-like faith. I thought I would throw that out because I have had struggles with that. But beautiful testimony. I dont know how I even ended up reading this. But its encouraging because of the similarities.
      It is very hard to describe a miracle of this nature but you did great.

      With all the warmth and regards of a sister,


  1. GOD is so good… I love the way HE loves us… Thank you for sharing your story. No reason to ever doubt the miraculous ways GOD reaches into our hearts. The Apostle Paul’s conversion on the road to Damascus is very similar in many ways. Our GOD is truly awesome!


    1. You got baptised in Holy Fire.
      I used to be like you were when you were young, minus the drugs. I even died and went to hell before I was saved back in 2012 when I was 19, it was a horrible experience, but Jesus brought me back to lfie supernaturally, then, once I knew the truth I STILL went back to my old ways and stopped living for God, I was maybe even worse than I was before God showed me He was real by bringing me back to life (talk about stubborn). I got baptised in fire in early 2018 I think, sitting on my couch, I was filled with the Holy Spirit and then started speaking in tongues.
      I ended up dying last year in 2019 in my kitchen from a massive haemorrhage but Jesus saved me again and broughtme back to full health supernaturally! Praise His Holy Name! He also saved my sister from stage 3 cancer ghis year that has spread to orher parts of her body, she was miraculously healed. What a mighty God we serve.

      Now I have made the decision to follow God and give Him my life. It is the best decision I ever made, even if at times it can be difficult. It is worth it. God bless.


  2. What I meant by feeling good..the other side not is….the intense sense is unmistakeable..its not from your body..but your body feels it,..the other side can be felt.around witches..if u go into their shops.it makes the hair stand up on your neck and arms in a negative way and u cd feel like gagging…


    1. Wow, thank you for sharing your testimony because have experienced so many situations similar to yours and never thought i would put the pieces together.. 👑God always confirmes to the point where know deep inside He is the One who saved 🕊us from the pit of hell.


  3. I have a niece now that I’m trying to convince of A Holy God , that loves her more than anyone or anything in this world.
    I’m old enough to say my life is a story in itself. But Praise be to The Only True God , whom sent His Only Son to die for the worlds sins. Wake up younger generation !! God is real & He is coming back soon” very soon. Be ready”


  4. Synchronicity or coincidence? One makes you think deeper while the latter causes you to dismiss. The beauty of it is this…”the demons help the saints unbeknownst”. Kundalini or God? Who cares as long as it made you a better human being. In everything you do , do with LOVE. All the angels and God will rejoice , of this I am sure.


  5. I’m sort of blown away by the similarities between my experiences and yours, especially at a time like this in my life, and randomly searching Google for answers. As if He used your story to speak to me. I was partying on Miflin St in Madison and got stabbed in the ass (lol!). I shared your excitement reading the Bible for the “first time” when it actually began to come alive. Had an incredible infilling and illumination of the Spirit as well. Dates making sense, synchronicities/coincidences, etc, all very PERSONAL solidifying the relationship between God and me. Things that would only make sense to the recipient, in how they connect the dots to deliver a personal, unspeakable (and grossly undeserved!) gift. Praise The Lord.


  6. I love this and have quite similar experience but in my own way with the drugs and alcohol and quitting drinking cold turkey with the following of a stroke each time I quit. 4 strokes at age 28 is insane. Following to this day intense and at times painful electric shocks up my spine and intense electrical zaps that I can feel and hear (no pain at all)that travel from my brain to my heart that physically jolt me awake. But they weren’t strokes at all. It was a spiritual awakening from God and the holy spirit that resides inside of me that helped me battle my ego, my darkness, my depression and hatred of myself. I loved the world with all my heart and never experienced hatred for anyone or anything outside of myself. But I hated me. That awakening threw me into an unconditional love, compassion, forgiveness, acceptance and trust of myself which showed me that by loving myself, I love the world on a whole other level of the love I thought I had before I learned to love myself just blew up to this just infinite, unwavering, unconditional love for everything and everyone, INCLUDING myself. Peace, love and gratitude for your story!


  7. I know what you are saying is all true. God is Good, & shows is in the most Miraculous ways. I have seen the synchronization & signs from God as well, & know he is with Us. God Bless you & your wonderful family. Thank you for sharing your story of God’s coming fully into your life.


  8. Thanks for writing that.
    I am 56 and have gambled everything ever payday since 1979. I’m a mess. My wages last between 1 & 3 days on average. I’ve never been out of work.
    I hate it but never stop.
    I bet to lose.
    It has to be demonic.


    1. Please know that if you fully surrender to the Lord, His Grace will come in and empower you to walk away from gambling!!! His strength not yours! You aren’t meant to do this without His help! You can’t. You have to be weak. You have to cry out to Him that you can’t do it!!! 2 Corinthians 12:9 “My Grace is sufficient for you, for my power is perfected in weakness.”


  9. Having had some very big experiences in the last two years I know your telling the truth
    I have felt the divine energy wash through me many times now
    It’s a blessing and yes there is still real life to deal with even after such things


  10. Wow!! I have experienced the exact same thing while driving in my car. It was in 2010, I felt a bolt of electricity crown the top of my head, and proceed down into my body, as if it was lightening running through my body. The feeling was not painful and words really can not describe it. I know of two other people who have experienced the samebin their hands like you. To God be the Glory!!


  11. Holy, Holy, Holy! Totally believed you and really enjoyed your testimony. God definitely gets super creative with His love! Same same same bro. I appreciate the pictures you posted, which just makes it the good kind of weird! I think I need to put out a testimony blog too! You would be able to understand, fo sho… God Bless ya!


  12. Not weird at all, dude. Whether you believe in a Judeo-Christian view of God, have other religious beliefs and philosophies, aren’t sure what to believe, or believe in nothing at all, it cannot be denied that coincidences abound, and things tend to line up like this to point us in a particular direction. Ask a numerologist! I’m not one myself, but those guys can connect pretty much anything to anything! The reason for that, I think, is because it’s all one thing. All is one, one is all. It’s like string theory, or the blanket theory from the movie “I Heart Huckabees,” which is an in-depth example of how all of existence is made from the same substance, the same “stuff.” Everything is connected, and if you can try, you can find coincidences like this in almost every experience of life. Is it coincidence, though? Or is it something so much deeper, beautiful, and more complex than that? My soul says it has to be, even while my brain frantically tries to rationalize.


  13. Oh, and congrats on getting clean! That is no small feat, even when you’re not physically dependent. I mean, physical withdrawal is what I imagine Hell must feel like, but that’s over after a few days. It’s the psychological aspect that really makes it so hard to get and stay clean, I know that from personal experiences. Achieving that is nothing short of a miracle in and of itself.


  14. this left me in bloody tears… everyone makes me feel crazy but i knew god was speaking to me, and since ive had visions of people dying – and theyve died, or have been diagnosed with deadly diseases… i even SAW a vision of a holy gate and something attached a cord to me and left up it, that same day a psychic told me Ive paid off my karmonic debt. id love to discuss this more if youre willing to talk about it


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