A Pitiful Brightness

Does death bring us darkness? Or does this world, with its dim shadows and bleak moments, bring darkness? What brings us to real light?

BY: Ptolemy Tompkins

 

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“The light that was about to open to me grew dim,” writes one of the subjects in Pastor Johann Christoph Hampe’s 1979 book

To Die is Gain

, one of the first – and still one of the best – collections of near-death narratives. “I felt as if some loveless force was tearing my self into the depths where I knew my body was, the body which I remembered with aversion. Somewhere I felt pain. Yes, there was no doubt, I was sinking, was being pulled and couldn’t ward off the invisible suction, even though everything in me fought against it. Again a wave of the most violent pain shot through me. I was torn out of the broad path of flooding light as if by a brutal fist, and suddenly it seemed to me as if I smelled medicines, tobacco, grass and animals – and there were people too. And so, from an irrevocably sinking level of gnawing pain, the light of day broke in under my eyelids, a pitiful brightness compared with the world of light I now knew about. The doctor’s brow appeared, bent deeply over me. Now he raised his head and said to the people standing round, in a voice that seemed strange to me: ‘He’s alive!’”



Near death experiences like this are now so familiar that it’s surprising to consider that just a few decades ago they were virtually unknown. Hovering above one’s lifeless body, seeing one’s life flash past in a paradoxically timeless yet incredibly detailed instant, traveling down a tunnel toward a distant light, glimpsing the figures of long-deceased friends and relatives… and then the sudden, terrible tug back into the body. A body that now feels, after this taste of the larger, light-flooded realms of the world above, as tight and terrible as a straightjacket. Before Hampe’s book, along with Raymond Moody’s

Life After Life

and Kenneth Ring’s

Life at Death

, came out, most people had no idea that such experiences occurred, and occurred regularly.



Once the phenomenon of the near death experience came to light, other researchers began to find evidence of such experiences occurring throughout history. So why, for so long, had it been shrouded in silence? “There should,” wrote Hampe, “have been good reasons for Christians to love death, since it after all opened up the way to the eternal kingdom of God, the way which Christ took before us. But this early Christian attitude was soon lost. From Augustine onwards, dying was understood as a punishment, physical death being the result of the Fall. It was only nineteenth-century theologians who, after centuries of sermons preaching the horrors of dying and death, dared to arrive at the idea that, for those who are reconciled with God, dying no longer has the character of punishment but is a means of liberation from our earthly life.”



Looking at the play of light and wind in the trees of Central Park that day after my long immersion in the dark, it occurred to me that there was a very good reason why the service had reminded me so vividly of my Saturdays at the movies as a child. When you leave the brightness of a summer Saturday for the darkness of a movie theater, you leave one world behind for another: one that, for as long as it lasts, feels perfectly real, and perfectly sufficient. But when the drama is over and the credits start to roll and you walk back into the world outside the theater, you feel shocked at how completely that artificial movie world had taken you in. It was not, real and wonderful as it was, the full and complete world after all. How, even for a moment, could you ever have thought that it was?



The world above this one, say the survivors of near death experiences, is overwhelmingly one of light, not darkness. On days when the very real darkness of this world overtakes me, I like to keep their words in mind. They help me to appreciate the very real beauty and joy that is available here, while reminding me that no matter how beautiful or terrible this life is, things only grow brighter in the one beyond.



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