Ok, a little background... I believe in God, not because of "faith", but because I can see the beauty of nature, the infinity of the sky, the miracle of life and reproduction, etc. I don't need "faith" because I can see that obviously there is a God. In fact, if I ONLY had to rely on blind faith, I would not believe anything. That's also why I have nothing to do with organized religion. It's all man made.

So, because of this, although I could see God, I had a tough time with the idea of Jesus. All we "know" about Jesus comes from man made books. Thetefore, my mindset was "I'd like to know that Jesus is real, but where is the proof?". At the same time, I felt bad about being so arrogant as to want "proof". I was stuck, needing proof but not wanting to ask for proof.

Then, last week I was thinking about it again and tried a "middle ground". I asked Jesus for some kind of proof, then apologized for my arrogance, finally settling on the idea "sorry to be so arrogant, but you know how my mind works so whatever you want to do, I'll listen to". Then I fell asleep and kinda forgot about it.

Anyway, this afternoon, I had something very important to do with my son and his wife and I got a freakin MIGRAINE. The shimmering aura started, then broke into a circle and spread left and right. I thought "Oh no, not now!" and laid down in the dark, hoping it would go away. But, it was just getting worse and I knew it wad going to be a whopper... puke, diarrhea, headache, the whole nine yards. I was lying on my back, "looking" at the shimmering C shape in my eyes, and out of the blue I said "Jesus, please take away this migraine, I can't be sick now". In a second, the shimmers went away. They didn't fade, they instantly shut off like a light switch. Immediately after, the thought came into my head "how's that for proof?" Not a voice, but a thought. .. and the "thought" came into my mind... it wasn't me thinking it myself, it sort of "came in from outside".

Anyway, now I have a mixed feeling... I'm overjoyed that I was actually shown "proof", and at the same time feel guilty for being so arrogant as to actually want proof. I'm awed that Jesus actually did this for me. I don' t deserve it.

I'm glad that now I KNOW.

Neat, huh?