
I share a note from one of my still-incomplete book manuscripts:
In accounts of near-death and out-of-body experiences collected from Pacific island cultures, tunnels as such do not occur, but subterranean passages do. Such reports suggest that, while the specific concept of a “tunnel” may not be cross-cultural—narrators from simple, preindustrial cultures unfamiliar with tunnels are unlikely to use such terminology—but that a transitional period of darkness may nonetheless be.[1] (The “long golden corridor” mentioned in the passage from Osis and Haraldsson, just cited, may well simply be a long corridor reflecting a brilliant golden light coming from its opposite end.) Vicky Umipeg, blind from birth, speaks of a “tube” with light at the end.[2] An account told to one of my neighbors and recounted by her in a self-published book will serve to illustrate something reported by many who have had the experience:
Suddenly I found myself in this tunnel. Though I was alone, I was not afraid. The walls of the tunnel were so unusual. I kind of floated over to touch them—this instead of actually walking. The sides of the tunnel felt very rough. I then semi-floated on, noticing I was wearing clothing of an unusual material that I could not recognize. It was at once soft, but very durable. The whiteness was like no earthly whiteness I know.
As I continued along this path, suddenly I heard a voice speak to me. We began to communicate, more through telepathy than spoken words.[3]
[1] Kellehear, Experiences near Death, 31-32, 35.
[2] As reported at Ring and Cooper, Mindsight, 25.
[3] Debra McCarty, One Small Candle: Sarah’s Story (Baltimore: AmErica House, 2002), 114.
Someday, I hope to finish a few of these!
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In this connection, I’d like to share an interesting article from U.S. News & World Report:
Unfortunately, I don’t recall who first called the item immediately above to my attention. (I like to give him or her credit, both because it’s the right thing to do and because I hope to encourage folks to continue to send interesting things my way.) It may have been Cody Quirk. In any event, I’m grateful.
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