Pilgrim walked and spoke continuously across America from
1953 until her death in 1981. "Walking until given
shelter and fasting until given food," she carried
a simple yet powerfully enduring message of peace. A few
of her friends later gathered her writings and talks into
this first-person account of her experiences and beliefs.
Peace Pilgrim has become a spiritual classic, with over
half a million copies in print in nine languages. Includes
news clippings, questions and answers, photographs, index.
You can read more about this remarkable woman at her website:
While her experience may not be
classified as a full blown NDE, she was clearly on her way
out at the time and I believe with all of my heart that
her experience is extremely valid.
a series of tests, but if you pass your tests you'll look
back upon them as good experiences. I look back on all of
my tests as good experiences, including the night I faced
death in a blinding snowstorm. It was the first year of
my pilgrimage and the most beautiful experience I ever had.
walking in a very isolated section of the high mountains
of Arizona where there was no human habitation for many
miles. That afternoon there came a surprising snowstorm,
out of season. I have never seen such a storm. If the snow
had been rain you would have called it a cloudburst. Never
had I seen snow dumped down like that!
a sudden I was walking in deep snow and was unable to see
through what was falling.
Suddenly I realized
that the cars had stopped running. I supposed they were
getting stuck on the highway and unable to pass.
Then it got dark. There must have
been a heavy cloud cover. I could not see my hand before
my face and the snow was blowing into my face and closing
my eyes. It was getting cold. It was the kind of cold that
penetrates into the marrow of the bone.
I were to lose faith and feel fear, this would have been
the time, because I knew there was no human help at hand.
Instead, the whole experience of the cold and the snow and
the darkness seemed unreal. Only God seemed real - nothing
I made a complete identification
-- not with my body, the clay garment which is destructible
-- but with the reality which activates the body and is
so free. I felt that everything would be all right, whether
I remained to serve in this Earth life or if I went on to
serve in another freer life beyond.
I felt guided to keep on walking,
and I did, even though I couldn't tell whether I was walking
along the highway or out into some field. I couldn't see
anything. My feet in my low canvas shoes were like lumps
of ice. They felt so heavy as I plodded along. My body began
to turn numb with cold.
there was more numbness than pain, there came what some
would call an hallucination and what some would call a vision.
It was as though
I became aware, not only of the embodied side of life where
everything was black darkness, bitter cold and swirling
snow, but also so close it seemed I could step right into
it, of the disembodied side of life where everything was
warmth and light.
There was such great beauty. It
began with familiar color, but transcended familiar color.
It began with familiar music, but transcended familiar music.
saw beings. They were very far away. One of them moved toward
me very quickly. When she came close enough, I recognized
her. She looked much younger than she had looked when she
that at the time of the beginning of the change called death,
those nearest and dearest come to welcome us. I have been
with dying friends who have stepped over and I remember
well how they talked to their loved ones on both sides,
as though they were all right there in the room together.
So I thought
my time had come to step over and I greeted her. I either
said or thought, "You have come for me?" But she shook her
head! She motioned for me to go back! And just at that exact
moment, I ran into the railing of a bridge. The vision was
I felt guided to do so, I groped my way down that snowy
embankment and got under the bridge. There I found a large
cardboard packing box with wrapping paper in it. Very slowly
and clumsily in my numb condition, I managed to get myself
into that packing box, and somehow with my numbed fingers
managed to pull the wrapping paper around me.
There under the bridge, during
the snowstorm, I slept. Even there shelter had been provided;
but provided also was this experience.
looked at me in the midst of the snowstorm, you might have
said, "What a terrible experience that poor woman is going
But looking back on it I can only
say, "What a wonderful experience in which I faced
death, feeling no fear, but the constant awareness of the
presence of God, which is what you take right over with
I had the great privilege of experiencing the beginning
of the change called death. So now I can rejoice with my
loved ones as they make the glorious transition to a freer
living. I can look forward to the change called death as
life's last great adventure."