I am twenty-nine years old. When I was sixteen, my dad and I had a major falling out. He's bipolar and was an alcoholic at the time. As a result, I left the house and lived nearby with family friends until I turned eighteen.
My living arrangement with family friends was great. I've always been responsible, even as a teen. While living with friends, I maintained a waitress job and earned enough money to support my car and basic needs. I was involved in extracurricular activities at school, was the editor of yearbook and even attended college while still a senior in HS.
Regardless, I was sad as to not living with my own family. Yet, I couldn't see past our differences at the time.
One Saturday, after completing my waitress shift, I was driving home alone on a two-lane paved road. It wasn't a particularly nice day. I do recall it was overcast. I don't believe I had the car's radio on, and I don't recall what, specifically, I was thinking about at the time.
Well, out of nowhere, this sort of "truth" or "feeling" entirely permeated my being. I saw no one; I heard nothing. Yet, it was as if I was one with the universe--100% in tune with "all." Whatever it was seemed to "reach out" and convey to me that "all is beautiful, all is love, everything will be okay." That's the "message" I received. It was like some rapid injection of truth that literally made me feel warm, happy, loved, content and so much more. It's so difficult to convey in words.
It didn't last but for a brief time and, during that time, it was as if I was in this super heightened state of awareness. After this perfect "feeling" of unity and knowing subsided, I literally grabbed the wheel and smiled, thinking everything will always be okay. It was an unbelievable experience that I don't typically share with people. I don't know quite what it was, really. And, I don't know why it happened to me then and why it hasn't happened since. Although, I can say with absolute certainty that it did happen.