This particular night I was trying to write in a journal, so I could express how I was feeling about losing my brother, Keith. I just couldn't think about what to write at the time, and decided just to let my thoughts out. I shut my eyes and let my hand just relax. I was holding the pen in my hand, and the journal was in front of me.
I started concentrating on my breathing, just thinking about Keith, and relaxing in a calm and peaceful state. I could feel my hand moving in the rhythm of my breathing. I was not asleep, but I was in a completely calm state; I was very in touch with my inner self.
My mind starting drifting towards what I had to do at work the next day, and I slowly opened my eyes.
I looked down, and saw that there was a picture in front of me. I immediately saw the picture to be a man fishing. I burst into tears, and realized that Keith was communicating with me!
It wasn't until later when I shared the drawing with others that I realized it was a true picture of a fly fisherman!
I tend to be very pessimistic when people tell me of their experiences with their loved ones who have passed away. However, with this experience I know first hand that it happens, and this has changed my views!