When Dorie talked to her minister about the passageway, he pooh-poohed it. “We don’t believe in things like that,” he said in a patronizing tone. “New agey – has nothing to do with religion.”
She’d been 12 at the time and asked him because, while kneeling in church praying with the rest of the congregation, she felt an acute ache in her belly and collapsed. She found out afterwards that Mr. Cunningham, the largest man in the church, had to pull her limbs out from in between the prie dieu and the stone floor. He carried her like a limp lamb outside.
When Dorie regained consciousness, she cried, “No. I want to go back.”
Her parents decided she was delusional and put her to bed for a week.
During that week, she laid with her head on the pillow staring at the ceiling, willing herself to return to the glorious passage she’d entered. Light had beamed on and within her. Soft voices soothed her. She felt lighter than a feather and an inexpressible feeling of joy surrounded her. Pure bliss, that’s what she kept whispering to herself.
No one in her family or the church believed her, and in fact, they didn’t want to hear about the passageway. So within weeks, and then years, Dorie kept the secret passageway to herself.
But now, 50 years later, Dorie was waiting, waiting, waiting for the opportunity to once again enter the invisible door. “Another round of chemo, a different combo, should work this time,” Dr. Templeton suggested. Dorie, a mom of three, grandmother of one, wife of a loving husband and friend to many, shook her head no.
She refused further treatment. Her family argued with her and tired of her whisperings morning, day, and night, “The Passageway.”
One morning, weak and tired despite days in bed, Dorie pulled herself out from under the sheets and walked over to the window, where an early sun gleamed down at her. She closed her eyes and fervently prayed, “Now. Please.”
Suddenly, she heard it. That familiar (though it had been decades) sound like a quiet vacuum, sucking her into its dark hole. Time collapsed and she wound up and through the passage, light and airy, as warm as a womb. She floated as the voices whispered a welcome. Something approached her – a being? – and she became suffused with a joy so blissful no word sufficed.
Finally, she’d found the secret passageway once more.
I like that Dorie found what she knew existed, even if no one else believed her. And that it was bliss for her. What more could she want?
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I think she’d like to come back and let us all know that this is what we have to look forward to. 💜
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Kids know the truth. A great story. Thanks.
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Those of us who are lucky, remember the experiences and emotions and thoughts we had when we were children. That Childhood knowledge has been erased for many of us overtime and that’s a shame.
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Wonderful story – deeply meaningful
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Thank you Derrick. It sure is meaningful to me also!
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We all need to hold on to some of our childhood beliefs. I enjoyed this.
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Unfortunately it can take a lot of effort to go back and remember what we saw and knew as children. But it’s an effort well worth it! By the way, I am enjoying your new book immensely. Xo
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What we all would wish for–for ourselves and our loved ones. I know you know what I mean. Hugs. ❤️
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I know exactly what you mean, Merril. And I feel that it is so. 🙏💙
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A taste of pure bliss in childhood is a gift, leaving us open to and prepared for our eventual departure from this difficult world. Beautiful story, Pam. ❦
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Yes Barbara, you understand what Dorie has experienced as a child and now as an adult. Thank you! 🙏
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Ahhh – to know with calm, certainty, and yes, even anticipation. We could all be so lucky!
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I guess – and my wish – is that we will all be so lucky. 🙏💜
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That is brilliant Pam…. How did you know about the Hummmmm……. noise……? Only I have experienced that being sucked out, up and beyond…. When we have nothing to fear, we will willing release ourselves into our next great adventure… ❤
Sending love and Hugs my friend….🙏💚
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I like to write with fictionalized truth, Sue. Part of this is non-fiction and part of it is fiction. I let Dorie show me the rest of the way. Thank you so much for validating my experience and belief. 💜
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Big hugs and it was well written and very non-fictional to me.. 🙂 Take care and stay blessed 💚🙏
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Heavenly goosebumples!
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What a fabulous expression, Jeanne! 💙
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Ooohhhh, the passageway. Some of us may have glimpsed it in its different disguises. I totally know it’s there, but sometimes forget how close it is to us in every moment. Or just feel it’s been lost and have somehow forgotten…
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For most people that passageway has been forgotten. Nice of Dorie to share her knowledge with us here, isn’t it? 🤩💜
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How beautiful this is, Pam. And, while I’m in no rush to visit said Passageway, I do want it to be so.
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I am with you, Dale. I have had glimpses of the passageway, and that is comforting. But I hope to not visit it for a long time yet. 😊
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A beautiful story, Pam. I’m glad Dorie waited 50 years before returning to the passage, but she got there as we all do. I hope such a passageway awaits us all. ❤ ❤
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I think the passageway may look a little different for each of us, but as Dorie shows here, I believe there is a passageway for each of us. But yes, may we not see it for a long while yet. 🙏💙
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I’m hoping for 20-30 years Pam. That a lot of living to do, but it will go by fast if we don’t use if mindfully. ❤ ❤
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YES!! xo
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Poignant. Sad and happy all at once. That is the paradox of finding Oneness. I think.
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Oh Lori, what a beautiful way of saying it. As complex and paradoxical as it may be, joining the “Oneness” is Joy. 🙏
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Good morning, Pam, When I see your post in my inbox, I pause and get ready for the journey.
I do wonder about dreams or when in a feverish state, are we accessing another level of consciousness. I have a friend who was exceptionally sick as a teenager from mono. She was feverish, delirious and she could not go to school for 6 months. She told me about some of her strange “dreams” at that time. We will not be carrying our human bodies with us. “…light and airy, as warm as a womb.” Goosebumps. Breathtaking imagery. Moving. Bliss. ❤️
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I always get a thrill when I read your comments, Erica. I have a wonderful friend who laid next to her ill mom when her mom passed. And my friend was able to join her parent for part of the passageway until she returned to her weighty state back on the bed.. What an experience she shared with me! 💜
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A little spooky, Pam, and not. More of a privilege. ❤️
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Touching story Pam.
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Thank you Brad. 💙
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So beautiful and heart-warming, pam, dear W/P…
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Thank you, fellow Warrior 🙏
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62 is too young to go down the passageway no matter how pleasant it may be.
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So true, Anneli. 😔
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Heart touching story, Pam and your stories are so interesting to read. Loved it till the end. Thanks.
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Thank you! 🙏💗
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Welcome Pam.
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Some doors are inevitable Pam, waiting for us… the only hope that the passageways remain pleasant. Your words promise a smooth transition. Thank you for putting it across so beautifully.
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It is so hard to express the different doors (or Passageways) available in a fictional story, isn’t it Balroop? Perhaps a bit easier in poetry. 💗
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Beautiful story. I think of it as a birthing it into who we really are. But for now, I’ll honor the gift I’ve been given here. A story to hang onto for your grandchildren.
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Yes, I see it as another type of birth also. Beautiful way of expressing it Patricia. Thank you ❣️
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I love she held on to her belief and when the time came found her way back. Beautiful, Pamela it really struck a chord in me.
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Everyone’s time is different but how nice for Dorie to know what she was waiting for and expecting and what was there for her when the time came. I’m so glad you enjoyed my interpretation of Dorie’s passage. Thank you! 🙏
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Excellent story, Pam. Sometimes the Passageway is the only answer.
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Yes- and in the case of your latest book, your character James is on the passageway to the eternal road. 🧡
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I thought the same thing. 😁
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Captivating writing Pam. I confess to having fainted more than once in church as a pre-teen and being dragged out. Almost wish I had such a beautiful memory. I hope at a time
Decades from now such a beautiful transition from this life will happen. A warm and hopeful thought.
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Wow, we are similar souls there also, Sue. I wonder why we fainted as preteens? As well as Dorie. May you and I have years before we discover that passageway. 💙
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I buckle my seatbelt when I click on your post, knowing I will go somewhere adventurous, meaningful, or mystical. This was all three. The comments only enhanced my appreciation for what happens in the transition to the great beyond.
I believe there is life beyond this one, as C. S. Lewis discovered in his Narnia tales, and as Emily Dickinson proclaimed: This world is not conclusion/a sequel stands beyond.
Thanks for the taste of bliss on this gloomy Friday, dear Pam! Joy and peace too . . .
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Thank YOU for the reference to CS Lewis as well as the Emily Dickinson quote. Two intellectual spiritualists who inspire me on many levels. The hardest thing when writing “mystical” is knowing that these kinds of stories may turn people off. But my hope is more people get turned on to the idea of what is beyond. 🙏💜
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Great story and peaceful ending. I hope we all can find that passageway when it’s our time (but, please much, much later than 62).
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To much later- and to reaching the Passageway when that time nears. 🙏💜
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I sure love your writing, Pam. I seldom am disappointed when I see one of your posts. Even those who aren’t religious may have wondered about what the future holds.
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Thank you so much for enjoying my, at times, odd or unexpected stories. 🤭 I don’t think we need to be religious to know that a Passageway exists. We just need to close our eyes and feel the Spirit (Energy) of love within us. 💖
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My nephew’s wife works in a hospice. I wonder what she thinks, and I wonder how many peaceful deaths she sees. She’s a gentle, sympathetic person. I’m sure she does her best to help people find the passageway.
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I have immense respect and gratitude to those who work in hospice care. I know of several who do this work and they have an added sense of spirituality. Many thanks for your lovely comment.
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Once again, brilliant!
How powerful to maintain that certainty…and to finally attain that bliss!
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I always enjoy your comments, Donna. I know – it is so difficult for us to feel certain that what we are is beyond what we are. Dorie can teach us so much. 🧡
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A powerful and uplifting story. My mother had a friend that told me about a similar experience . Thank you for sharing. Gerlinde
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I’ve heard similar stories also, Gerlinde. Thank you for enjoying my fictional story that contains much truth. XO
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Sounds like she had a full life after being pulled back from that passageway the first time.
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Agreed! Dorie’s experience kind of goes with the adage that we should enjoy every day that we have!
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That’s an adage I profess and try to live by. 🙂
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Beautiful and meaningful story
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Many thanks for visiting and enjoying my story about a Passageway. 🙏
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That was just beautiful….thank you!
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Thank you so much, Ann. I think we all are ready to read more stories about experiences like Dorie’s❣️
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Yes. If we knew it was like that we wouldn’t fear death. My character Tess had a similar experience and met her father who had passed on before she could remember him.
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I remember that part of your book! I think it’s neat if we authors follow our characters into these kinds of experiences.
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Glad she found her way home.
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May we all be so lucky. 🙏
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Beautiful and moving story, Pam. I pray we all find that bliss, but not for a long, long time. To have that kind of certainty, too, is also a blissful way in which to live life. 🙂 🧡🍂🍁
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I feel the same way you do. I think the knowledge is within us. We just need to be willing to find it. XO
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Exactly. ☺❤
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I’m not sure what to say about this, Pam. It’s sad and beautiful at the same time. I, too, wish Dorie could share her experience with us somehow…
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I like the way you express the duality of death here, Liesbet. It’s so sad to say goodbye to this life and yet Dorie has found that after saying goodbye there is a new hello.
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Eternal hope floats Pam. Beautiful story. ❤
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As you so well know, Deb! 🙏💗
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My mother had a friend that had a similar experience in a German hospital. Another great story Pam, thank you!
Gerlinde
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Thank YOU! 🧡
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That is so beautiful, and comforting.
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Thank you. Xoxo
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Beautiful!
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Thank you- so glad you found my post here. And I love your name (my daughter is a “Nadine” also).
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You’re so welcome.
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Wonderful story
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Thank you for reading and stopping by!
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A moving story Pam. It must be wonderful for those who have had those experiences and then are eased into the next adventure by knowing it’s nothing to fear.
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Yes, and even for those who haven’t had the actual experience, perhaps stories like Dorie’s will help ease into the passageway, when it’s time. ❤
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Very Touching!
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THANK you, and thanks for reading and being here.
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I like how you explained it. It’s really there, you know. 🙂
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I definitely do know, Marlene. Glad you do too. xo
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Beautiful story Pam❤
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Thank you!
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It was a compulsive read for me; I was hooked and reeled in from the first paragraph! It was so fitting that she was able to use her knowledge in easing her own suffering. Loved it! ❤️🙏
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