One evening in October 1998 , I was working when I received a phone call from my mother. She advised me that my eldest brother had fallen ill and had been taken to the hospital in Oshawa (about 40 miles away). She told me she would call me later to let me know what was going on. About 45 minutes later she called and said that I should get down there. I left work and drove to the Oshawa General Hospital where I met with my parents. My mother advised me that the doctor had run some tests and discovered that my brother had leukemia and that he had gangrene in his bowels . He would have to have surgery immediately and that it was about a 50 % chance he would survive. My brother was sedated when I arrived and as he was being wheeled into the operating room I walked beside him as he lay in the gurney. He suddenly opened his eyes and stared intensely at me . He had an oxygen mask on and could not speak but he continued to stare at me. I spoke to him and told him he was going to have an operation and he would be fine. He gave me this look as if it were going to be the last time we would ever see each other again. He continued to lock eyes with me as he was being wheeled through the doors to the operating room. The operation took five hours and after I went to see him in the intensive care ward. We had been told he would be in a chemically induced coma for several days . After checking on him I drove back to Toronto to get some sleep. The next day I slept in and then made my way back to the hospital. Upon arrival my parents advised me that the doctors had told them my brothers organs had shut down and it would only be a matter of a few days. On the following Sunday my family and I held on to my brother as he peacefully passed away . He was my big brother and had always been very kind to me and looked out for me.  

 During the following year I thought about him often. I remember that I had said more than once out loud "Andy, if you're out there , show me a sign ".  Eventually he did , and in a way that he left his signature where there could be no doubt for me. I should mention now that I am an Atheist and so was my brother. I do not believe in the Supreme Being Theory and still don't , but I now believe in there is a life after death.  

 It was on October 30th , 1999 , I had gone to bed just after midnight after a non eventful day and fell into sleep. I should mention that all my life I have had many dreams , but nothing compared to what I experienced this night. I was in my normal sleep pattern when suddenly I woke up and found myself standing outside in a dark place . Behind me were bushes , in front of me was a wooden cabin . I became aware of the fact that I had no idea where I was , or how I got there. I even looked at my hands and turned them front and back , just to make sure I wasn't "dreaming'.  I approached the cabin opened the door and walked inside. I even remember that the door had one of those spring mechanisms that help to close the door. Once inside I observed the cabin was old and smelled "musty'. On one side of the cabin were a row of pane glass windows and there was starlight shining through them. I then looked down to the floor and saw that it was a well aged wooden floor . I then looked to my side and there were several wooden cane chairs. All of a sudden my brother Andrew appeared and sat down in one of the chairs. He was wearing a plaid shirt and glasses and appeared to be exactly how he normally looked , he was only 48 years old when he died.  I said to him , "Andy , what's going on , where am I ? " He began to speak to me but I could not make out what he was saying . I looked into his eyes and suddenly remembered that he had died. I then said to him "Andy , you're dead !" He stared at me and I reached out and placed my hand on his shoulder and he was gone. I was standing there looking at these black lacquered chairs and could even see the reflection of light on the lacquer. I then looked up to the ceiling  and saw there were off white ceiling tiles . All of a sudden a panel opened up and flashed the most magnificent light I have ever seen . I was completely bathed in it and suddenly felt myself lifted up and was soaring upwards into this indescribably beautiful light at an incredible speed. After a few seconds the light went off , like the picture of a television when you turn it off . I was standing back in the cabin looking up a the ceiling and saw the ceiling panel close up . I looked at the panel where it had opened and could not see even a seam . The cabin was silent and I looked over to the pane glass windows. I sensed I was in a most unusual place and walked over to the windows to look out and see where I was. As soon as I got to the window to look out ,  I woke up in my bed . I lay there and said out loud "What was that!" I could not move for several minutes , replaying what had just happened. I looked at the time and it was 5:00 AM . I then looked out the window and saw an unusually bright star in the sky.  

 For the next two weeks I could think of nothing else but this experience. I even drove 200 miles to my parents home tell my family what had happened . I truly believe that that was my brother contacting me to let me know he was alright. My brother was a genius in life. he could repair any electronic device and was a computer whiz. The thing with the light show was definitely my brother, he was always showing off the latest gadgets and technology. 

It took me seven years to finally realize what this was. One night I listened to the radio program "Coast to Coast" with 'George Norey ". He had a guest on that night and his name was "Albert Taylor". He was a former N.A.S.A. scientist who had quit there to research Out of Body Experiences on his own . He had written a book called "Soul Traveler". I managed to look it up on the web and was immediately blown away when I came across it. The cover of his book has a picture of this light that I saw .  

I never talk about this experience with anyone other than a few close friends or family. Before this I would never have believed anyone who would tell me such a tale and would have written it off as " just a dream". The one thing that Albert Taylor said on the show that night is the difference between a dream and an Out of body Experience is...you will never forget an OBE.