The Passage - “A Passage into Life after
Death”
2:20pm Veteran’s Hospital,
Washington D.C. Ronald Wood lies motionless as twelve surgeons painstakingly
work to repair his battered body after a near fatal collision which has taken
the life of his wife and two young daughters. A micro-surgeon methodically works
on Ron taking extreme care to not damage any of the nerve endings vital to Ron’s
recovery.
Meanwhile, in a numbed dream state, Ron relives his horrible accident over and
over again. Entrapped in a vortex of hysteria. An unending nightmare….
Suddenly, Ron hears the sound of
what can only be explained as a loud clap of thunder. The sound like the loudest
thunder that will awaken you from a sound sleep on a warm summer’s night. A
flash of inner light like a jolt from a live wire that will quickly put you to
the ground. Ron feels himself jettison from his body, experiencing an extreme
rush…An adrenalin rush. He finds himself floating weightlessly above the
surgeons who perspire over his battered body.
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Confused, but also content, he wonders, my! God, what’s going on? Everything
surrounding him appears so sharp and crystal clear. It’s as if he’s possessing
perfect vision in a pain free existence. Completely aware of everything, as if
part of everything.
Instantly! Ron finds himself being pulled through a dark tunnel, the sound now
similar to that of a speeding train. Waves of sound pass through his mind. The
only way I could explain the sound is like a repetitious, quick, sound, similar
to a “Che! Che! Che!”
There’s an extreme bright light at the end of the tunnel, emitting a soothing
warmness, with a feeling of extreme love. A feeling so wonderful, all Ron wants,
is to be consumed by the light. It radiates a perfect peace and contentment that
could never be experienced in human form.
Suddenly! Ron passes through the light with a quick “Woo!” Another rush of
fantastic sensation sweeps through him. Floating aimlessly, he’s surrounded by
pulsating stars in a deep, dark, purple sky. Not a decibel of sound is heard.
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Moments pass when Ron finds himself standing in a lush, green field, with
crystal clear sparkling streams, to both his left and right. A bright, warm,
silver sun, reflects off the tops of the streams causing them to glitter
like diamonds of many colors,
captivating Ron’s visual sense. Golden trees laden with tempting fruit of
beautiful colors, some colors not existent in the physical world of which he
knows. The fruit appears so tempting and delicious, Ron just wants to reach out
and grab them, but he hesitates to do so. He inhales their sweet, tempting,
fragrance, that fills the air that surrounds him. |
Ron turns and behind him he sees
his wife Lisa, his two daughters, and his deceased parents. They stand smiling.
“Lisa! Mom! Dad!” Ron blurts in excitement, “What’s! Going on?”
They continue to smile, then softly reply, “Ron, don’t come here. You must go
back. It’s not your time.”
“Time! Time for what?” Ron replies reluctantly. “I want to be here.”
Again they respond, “No! You must go back. It’s not your time.”
Then, as quickly as it began, Ron feels feels himself quickly pulled back as if
by a bungi-cord. Moving swiftly he’s thrust back into the vacuum of his
existence,
Suddenly! The E.C.G… and E.E.G. blurt back Ron’s vital signs.
The head surgeon breathes a quick sigh of relief,
“Woo! That was a close one.”
Contributed By: Daniel Jay Mc Shane I
have been published in many newspapers in the New York Metro Area. I am author
of a book entitled "Voices From A Wounded Soul" 2002 Vantage Press New York,
Poetry and Essay related to social justice, Written several stories in the past
"SureFire" 1998 no longer in publication. Enjoy writing, and enjoy sharing my
ideas. I felt this short story would spark some interest with readers. The
closest I can come to a near death experience through my research.
katie163@verizon.net
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