Generally, a strong sense of peace & tranquility that I sensed rushing through my body. Not so much the "feeling of peace" but the sheer physicality of the rushing through my physical body from head to toe. Literally.
Very similar to the feeling my wife (28 at the time) and I received while holding hands early one morning just a few months before she was diagnosed with terminal breast cancer. She died 9 months later and I look back at that event as preparing us for the upcoming hardship.
Hard to explain but hopefully y'all get the jest.
Thanks for answering, sounds like it was wonderful moment. I don't KNOW if the Shroud is authentic but I would LIKE for it to be. I will be disappointed if it is ever proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that it is not. It doesn't matter as far as my faith in Jesus is concerned because that faith is strong, I would just like for it to be the real thing. Does that make sense?