Paulo Coelho
“I saw only a tunnel.”
In the bar in Sibiu, in Transylvania, Sorin looks deep into my eyes. He carries on speaking.
“I saw a black tunnel with a man at the end of it, making signs at me.”
I wait. We have all the time in the world and I remember that when I was in the same situation I saw a tunnel too, except this one led to a hotel in Rio de Janeiro, the Glória Hotel. I looked at that hotel, expected the worse and thought to myself: “it’s not fair, I’m only 26 years old!” Fair or not, in the early morning of 27 May 1974 I stood before death and could not see what was happening beside me. Just the tunnel and the hotel. But my story does not matter, it serves only to say that I understand perfectly well what Sorin is telling me in a bar lost in the middle of the Carpates Mountains.
“I saw only a tunnel, with a man pointing a gun at me and telling me to get out of the car.”
Sorin Miscoci’s Calvary began on 28 March 2005, near Baghdad. He had been designated to spend a week there at the request of a Rumanian TV station and ended up being kidnapped for 55 days.
“Later on, when they freed me, the American security agents asked me how many people were there. And I told them: one. They laughed and said that just wasn’t possible. It was the psychologist who helped me, explaining that in situations like this, nothing in the surroundings has any importance. All you see is the focus of the crisis, what is threatening you, and you simply forget the rest.
Sorin has just got married to Andrea, who strokes his hand. We have been traveling together for three days and we will continue for another week crossing the Carpates Mountains. I knew his story, but waited until he was in his home town before asking him the details. Cristina Topescu, an old friend who worked as a journalist in the same TV as Sorin, was also at the table. She says that when the time came to mobilize the country, few colleagues came forward to speak to the President of the Republic, for fear of losing their jobs.
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Por primera vez habro esta pagina y al leer los suenos y visiones de todas estas personas, me motiva tambien a escribieles lo siguiente:Dios habla a travez de suenos, visiones, y muchas veces cuando ya nos estamos dormiendo nos habla al oido. El ama a sus criaturas; ya que somos su misma imagen y semejanza ,El no nos hizo y nos dejo a la aventura, El desea que lo Conozcamos lo Entendamos y lo Obedezcamos; para que nos vaya bien en la vida. desde el origen del hombre. Dios nos ha puesto la vida y la muerte, la vida para que vivamos bien, o la muerte, que significa separacion eterna de su presencia. Cuando tienes a Dios tienes la vida y no tienes ningun temor, pero si no tienes a Dios en tu corazon: TEME, por que no podras verlo en su Gloria y Santidad………Dios habra tu entendimiento Hoy y te Bendiga a ti y a toda tu familia. Nancy Gil
Nothing in the surrondings has any importance! I did not have an experience of seeing a tunnel and light, etc … I live in a country where guns, kidnappings, altercations with authorities are rare if none. But I remember when I almost went over in an almost overdose episode, trying to have my heart beat … I then saw myself as a child, innocent, living on a moment present time, and I wanted to go back there. I got up, and had one thing in mind, go ask for help to return to that state … I ran at 4 in the morning during almost 20 minutes. All the time, in my head, hey, tomorrow no drugs? Hey, tomorrow this and tomorrow that? But I kept running and running until I arrived at my parents’ house. I knocked and asked help. They took me in, put me in bed and next thing I know I was in a Center for desintoxication. I was 17 years old. At that moment, nothing had importance, only the need of living.
As long as one can see the Light at the end of the..whatever it’s going to be.
I have read many books regarding ‘near death experience’ or ‘life after life’! The tunnel is always mentioned… and at the end someone is waiting…
When I was giving birth to my second daughter with a physical way I remember they gave me something to ease the pain.. It was like ‘going to sleep’.. I remember myself out of my body and traveling through the stars towards the Moon. A bright, round beautiful warm Moon.. But I ‘knew’ at the time that if I would reach it, I would have been dead.. Then I heard the doctor’s voice: Come Thelma, help us to have your baby. Immediately I came back because I knew the baby was in need of me, but I was sorry to leave the peaceful, painless, starry sky..
Since then, I am not afraid of dying. I had a .. glimpse behind the veil .. I also know that we are on this Earth because our task has not finished and somewhere, somebody needs us and our love. I am LOVE,
Thelma.
Lovely story Thelma. Shows the power of love of a mother, plus sense of resposibility.
Love
Alexandra
Thelma, ti orea eine auto!!
Beautiful story, Thelma! Amazing what love can do – the power it has to pull us through or even to pull us back from the precipice of death.
From that piece, I did not understand much. Which president? In charge?
I know Cristina Topescu, poor lady was imprisoned for her father left the country during communist years.About the story with the tunnel, we always laugh because a leader of a popular party used as slogan that they are the fable little light at the end of the tunnel, as a metaphor…
I was near dead twice.
Once, kid, I was at pool,I felt in the watter hitting head and losing conscioussness. A man took me out, else I died drown. Parents searched me.
Interesting I “saw” two white beings talking about me, as saying what to be with me, is not time to be dead . I was happy being dead, strange enough…
I was a happy child, so if was not true, why I had to feel happy for the idea of being dead? This is strange.
Than once , I feel bad to say that, as teenager I tried suicide…
Than I saw only darkness and big pain. Thanks God I am here…
Romania, i take the train , direction brasov. In the compartment 2 men and 2 women..The discussion undertakes on the life in Romania ,the conditions of life, etc.
Suddenly , one of the men to rise and draws the curtain before the door window , in looking at concern in the corridor and said: “You know, we have the right to express ourselves since little , one never knows …”
(Expressing as well as the fear is still in minds, the regime of Tchaousesxcou is no longer in force, but you never know: a return to the same plan –yes that is what he wanted to say , and that they are still feeling )
I have learned then, in the discussion , that these people modest were –engineers winner a pittance etc etc )
But people authenthiques –we have shared the meal in the compartment and many laughs…I think all of you who have suffered from denunciations , of imprisonment( sometimes just not to be come on the main place of Bucharest , listen to the speech of the president mandatory for each capita: place numbered where your neighbor had to report the absence of his neighbor to the authorities …)
LOVE AND PEACE IN MY HEART
Love your spelling.Bad president was Ceausescu…Never mind.
..’I wanted to go swimming and .. so I went!!!’My little, beautiful, stubborn, independent Annie! You did what you .. wanted. You knew that your guardian Angel was there..
Then at 23 you forgot about the .. Angel and let yourself go into darkness.. You were afraid of dying and afraid of living!!!
Now everything is behind. You KNOW you are not and will never be alone, because we are all One and wherever there is Light darkness is dissolved. May Love, Light and … MUSIC be always in your heart.
LOVE,
Thelma.
Ohhh. I am happy now you ok. Take care
Love
Alexandra
Dear Annie, Alexandra and Carolena, thank you for your kind words. Indeed I was a mature woman in 1980 at the birth of my second daughter.. My Father had just died and we desperately wanted an .. air of hope in the family.. She was ‘hoped’ and wanted by everyone and I had already found out by then, that the only thing that counts in life is LOVE. Unconditional, pure love, which is given freely and flows from our heart like the …. ‘flowing river’. ;]
LOVE,
Thelma.
Thank you Annie!