Woke Up Knowing

I want to be upfront that I am a skeptical person by nature. I work in data analytics and I spend my days looking for what is actually supported by evidence versus what people want to believe. So this account comes with that context. Two winters ago I woke up at 4 in the morning in my apartment in Bozeman, completely alert, with a feeling I can only describe as being addressed. Not spoken to. There were no words. But I had the overwhelming sense that something was communicating with me, and that it was not hostile, and that it was much larger than anything I had a name for. I lay there for maybe twenty minutes. The feeling did not fade gradually. It stopped, clearly, the way a conversation stops. I checked my phone. I wrote a few notes. I went back to sleep. In the morning it still felt significant. It still does. I have not been able to file it under any existing category in my thinking. I am not saying it was God. I am not saying it was not. I am saying something happened that I do not have an explanation for, and I am the kind of person who usually has an explanation for things.