The Famous Tunnel We're Supposed to See When We're Dying...  

Kudos, in that this post is both original AND interesting, which is a hard combination to achieve here.

Very logical question too, as one would assume the bright light WOULD light up the tunnel, thereby allowing one to see it's composition.

I am waiting to see some answers here.

Hi Maggiepie, how are you doing? :)

Have always been too busy looking at the light to be bothered with archetural details of the tunnel. But since you ask, the next time I am in that, I will make sure to inspect it and report to you. :)

Originality points!

Everybody's looking at the light, nobody's looking at the tunnel. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!

I've got to admit, as much as I've heard the phrase "Light at the end of the tunnel", I've never once thought to wonder what the actual "tunnel" is like! I guess I just always kind of thought there wasn't really much to describe. Maybe the tunnel itself was/is just a dark form or something? I don't know, just rambling lol.

hi maggiepie yep you have done it , made a unique one of a kind discussion. oh yes the tunnel well, I was down on the floor and
feeling I had died, the last thing I did was cough until I fainted]then I wasin a dark tunnel only there was a light shining at the opening,
a bright light, and I felt as if the tunnel itself was comforting me
maybe like a comforter, not quite dark as it looked like some dark
shade of blue velvet, and I remember how unafraid I was and how warm and cosy I felt then I came to that bright light and mymom'was standing toone side of this figure whom I knew was Christ. he held out his hand, and I heard words though I was not sure his mouth really moved,my child , when I tried to go to my mom, you must go back now, its not your time. His touch was soft like a feather on my hand,the next thing I knew my husband had picked me put and was about to try artificial respiration when I managed to croak out, honey I am not unconscious now. I told him about all I had seen and he did not make fun of me, but he did call an ambulance and the doctor. I did not know it until I got to the hospital but I had gone from bronchitis to pneumonis and thats why I was so ill.

I actually nearly died in hospital during the second operation after my heart attack in June 2008. I only know this because the young surgeon, who nearly got it all wrong, kept apologising to me about it for days afterwards.

Light, tunnel? I did not see any at all. Nothing but darkness, till my subconscious produced a dream immediately prior to my waking up - the dream had rooms, white lace curtains, very comfortable furniture, and a couple of surgeons in it and was well lit, but there was no tunnel.

very good discussion! you're right, i bet that post has never been made before. good one

to be honest, as soon as someone says light at the end of the tunnel
i just instantly picture one of those tunnels you drive through, the really long dark ones, just with a bright light at the end.. so obviously that's made with like.. cement or whatever the underneath of a road tunnel is made of. but i don't see a floor or anything, it's just sort of.. a tunnel, that's it, like it's got a bottom to it instead of the ground. and it's sort of cylinder shaped rather than square or rectangle.

I have not been there that I recall, but I am loving Hatley's response. I agree, this is the first I have seen a discussion like this. Hatley, I love blue velvet, so I wonder if that is what I would see as well. I am fortunate not to have been in any condition that threatened my life up until this time.

hie maggiepie, this was my mum's story. way back in the 1957, she was ironing our school uniforms for school tne next day. the day sunday night around 7pm, a heavy raining night. the electricity we were using had no earth wire. my mum was struck while ironing and she fell to the hard cement floor with the hot iron on her abdomen. i was there and i saw her like that i cried and called out to my neighbour. she ran in the rain and called my father. he rushed back, he took a wooden stick and off the plug. my mum was motionless. the hospital attendent came in the rain and after checking pronounced her dead.the police came too. what to do accept cry. in the wee hours of the morning, i saw a stirring and my mum moved and asked for water very very weakly, could hardlky hear her. there was silence and nobody went to take water for like 5 to 10 minutes.some were not even aware mum came out of her death. there was confusion as she was given up for dead. she was rushed to the hospital about 35 kilometers away and stayed in the hospital for a long time as i did not see her. the burnt flesh had to be removed, pain and suffering for mum. as the hospital was far way, nobody visited her. i was in primary one and did not understand the full impact. life was a blur, blur image. when we were older,mum told us of this incident and that she was running as fast as she could in a very very long dark narrow tunnel. no time to panic or be scared. just running and running with all her might and energy till she saw a light at the other end. she kept on running towards the light. when she reached the end she was blinded by the bright light and the singing outside and she saw her father in a white flowing gown ( she guessed it was her father who died long ago).he was standing at the tunnel and he stopped her and told her she cannot come out of the tunnel. if she stepped out she could not returned home to us anymore, she must returned as she had 6 small children to feed and clothe. she has unfinished and uncompleted work. the man in white robe, she presumed was her father stressed to her , daughter, you must turn back and go back home to where your children and husband were and found herself on the bed with people around her praying. she was very very thisrty and asked for water to drink. that was her near death experience. she has come back and now live for another 43 years with the fading iron wedge scare on her abdomen side. praise the Lord, mum is alive still today.

I am reading a book currently about life after death and of course the tunnel figures heavily. Yet not a single word is devoted to the material of the tunnel itself. Clearly it is seen as a simple conduit from this life to the next. Perhaps it can be of your own making. Hatley's blue velvet or maybe studded with your own life events as a reminder of the things that you have learned. Perhaps it is brick and dripping with clammy clawing putrid smelling water to make you hurry towards the light. I have read that when you get to the end you can find yourself in a place where you can create the material world with which we are so familiar from "essences" - i.e. dupe ourselves, but why not if it comforts us in a new environment. All that I ask is that the tunnel be warm and leads me to somewhere pleasant; unlike here where most tunnels lead from one dreary part of a city to another!