Julian was quick to respond, as if my disbelief was something he had expected. "In court, how do you prove your case?" "I offer persuasive evidence." "Right. Look at the evidence that I have offered you. Look at my smooth, lineless face. Look at my physique. Can't you sense the abundance of energy I have? Look at my peacefulness. Surely you can see that I have changed?" He had a point. This was a man who, only a few years ago, had looked decades older. "You didn't go to a plastic surgeon did you?" "No," he smiled. "They only focus on the outer person. I needed to be healed from within. My unbalanced, chaotic lifestyle left me in great distress. It was much more than a heart attack that I suffered. It was a rupture of my inner core." "But your story, it's so . . . mysterious and unusual."