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Here's what will be the last note of this story started with my foreword. There may be a series of explanatory or anecdotes, related to transcendence , I did not see fit to insert date, but this last story is what closes in, so far, these episodes of my life.

I made a copy of dictated to me. My excitement has subsided.

One last detail, before I go to bed, "On" invited me to read the history of Port Royal even today I seek the reason but I'm on a documented great tip, I typed 3-4 on the books that have the 6 series .. simplify, say that the Catholic Church not appear better than it really is and that Jansenism is far from this that She still teaches in his major seminaries.

That day a force led me to a walk, it was stronger than me I had to leave and go to where I did not know. I walked straight ahead without too much design what was happening and then suddenly a voice spoke to me and say "Pray me and I grant you all"? I was amazed, no less, my reaction Spontaneous was to say "Okay, but later there will be a platform for softer because my knees to where I was that there was gravel and mud.

More I will pray away a Our Father kneeling on a cement block, but I felt in my soul that my reaction was not adequate. Was that like "Here I am Lord" or something like that. At that time I was not very familiar with the propriety of God. It's more than that, there is the fear of God that I did not and that is, it seems, very importantly, must teach our children .

I returned home quietly without feeling to have acted badly, but knowing that I had to miss something great.

It was after this event I decided to do a degree in theology, especially in order to understand what I lived.

In another post I'll describe what I gather from what I experienced.

Why I seriously think Abbot Of The Sword and Nostradamus are closely related and why voluntarily agree to disclose these things even though I know better than they might just make me look a fool not too dangerous.

So I'm going to make a point to open another blog name Marchello where I'll tack again this blog in reverse, beginning with the foreword and ending with the next post. So "Joe Blow" can understand how, with a small reaction-textual nerd, with an effort to follow an argument could not be more logical, is another condition that is beyond us, beyond us and which formed subtly expresses .

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Disclosure divine

We are at Labor Day in 1997, it is very nice. My son who lives with me has gone camping with his mother. I'm outside of my apartment still excited for the experience I had yesterday. Inside all my drawings are spread on the living room wall in order to figuration, ready to insert my fairy tale. Suddenly I see, on the other side of the street a flame dancing on dry pine needles. There are children who play not far away. I tell myself that it probably the ones who fired and then it went away, leaving behind them a spark. This flame has a strange and unusual brilliance. There is no smudge and pine needles are no blackened.

Finally I cross the street and I pile on and the flame goes out. Children are always there, not very far. The idea to hold them accountable and lecturing crosses my mind but I give it up because I'm slipper. I return to my home.

soon enter, a force forces me to kneel and ask God as it was before me but I'm facing the wall, it allows Abbot From Sword help me finalize my tale. I do not think the words that I utter. I say things against my will without having to think is amazing. I get up and I sit at my computer: A Apple IIe with an operating system UCSD Pascal . I walk into the text editor and I type automatically, despite myself I write without thinking, the following text:

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That what I was typing. I book with spelling mistakes and absences as I wrote. I had no accents on this computer and wrote very nervously. I would say that any me subtly dictated as I was typing. I had more control of my body nor freedom of thinking. A tool that I absolutely could not resist. It is very difficult to explain.

That's what my fairy tale. Me, I put a little humor in the last of which was free but the story of creation is in what I have been dictated. When the force that controlled me told me to witness the fairy Monika, I had a reflex resistance for a moment I thought, "Not quite full still " then the force I slapped the first sentence of his testimony and has insisted on: Add all the evidence of the fairy Monika .

soon as I finished my text back, I had to go to bed and slept a few hours. At I woke up everything was normal in my home. I immediately printed text. I was once more calm and serene. Me throughout these years that I had tortured their brains to find what I had to tell my various characters, I had everything there and I repeat: I would never find it alone but when you think about it, we had lived like me, it makes perfect sense. That night I was sleeping and my neighbor interrogative text tell that I live in my next mystical experience, the last date.

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The birth of a fairy tale for Annette

After my visit to Canada's Supreme Court, the ultimate authority that deals with issues of national importance, for details see the end of the fairy tale , my priority became to write this fairytale , this tale I remembered having read when I was seven.

I remembered most of the characters' names but not mine. I remembered several illustrations and even text that should appear below but as I had not read much text, I knew that this tale was told as history. I knew that the judge had to decide Repi Judgement in reverse but would not say what the witnesses. In fact, I do not know if in another life I created this tale but I tried in vain to find the story. It never entered my mind that I should just transcribe the testimony as they had been held in court. I remembered illustrators because I made an effort to retain them at the first reading .

There was a neighbor, Johane C., easy to remember. Johane has all the characters in the story. Then a girl named Nathalie Desormeaux, She does illustrations but so far she has not participated in the tale. I was reminded of it by associating his name with the three elms which were in the driveway of our way. There was also another illustrator that I also encountered but did not participate in the storytelling. She teaches and is named Lucette Goulet is a professional. There were also Stephane B., it made all the other illustrations of the tales.

Actually I especially remember the name of three daughters. Understand that I remembered this information piecemeal, as and as my memory resurfaced as was the case for trial with the name of Abbot From Sword . For ten years I'll write little bits of my story, very small pieces, almost nothing. I will mainly collect all the illustrations, but one that is not yet in the story which I remember is the intrusion of the author in a dump truck drain to try to recover the photos that fairies had thrown.
The incident has actually happened and I remember the illustration in the story but it is not there yet.

A date to remember, Labor Day in 1997. The year one thousand nine hundred and ninety seven, nine months. The previous day had spread all the illustrations that I had done over the past ten years. I took one and I installing it on the wall exactly where it should be included in the story. It was magical. Much stronger than a hunch or an inspiration, I would say that we m'opérait. Then appeared before me about my artwork, there are over fifty, as they were appear in the story but I still did not know, except a few scraps , the text that there should be between ............ images to follow.

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Chronicle

I was delaying to take my text. I still have interesting things to say but I hesitate. There are two episodes in particular that concern theophanies and is delicate. Small incidents very short to tell, I have a lot but it is very short and often commonplace. I decided to pair a bridge incident very short and the desire of Annette to know a little about my life choices.

The incident occurs near a few months after the incident to the library . It's recess and suddenly a voice calls me " Marcel would you become a priest?". Of all the forces of my soul I cried in silence: " No, I want to be free . The voice replied that it was a good response and warned me against certain life choices.

Annette writes "This very interested if you could write a text on your volunteer work with terminally ill cancer . "

ago fifteen years, my mother died. A liver cancer. After 80 years, there is always an organ or one that falters. For many it is the cancer that is advanced.

My mother did not die right away, especially not in the hospital. In the absence of choice, she wanted to finish with his family in his house.

children there was concerted, we eight plus two sisters of my mother. First finding is that ten people could not complete a full schedule. We understand that in recent times, a person needs assistance and presence 24 of 24. One of my sisters is a nurse, she took a great holiday and we finally wrap time.

Thus Marchello became aware of the problem. The baby boomers come to age or medical diagnosis often poses a final, Well, that's it, the ultimate concern of man is straight ahead. How you live it? Curiously religion, shelved for a long time, often comes at a gallop, as the natural. Not for everyone but for many.

A few years later I met a student at the seminary of Montreal, who told me that as a summer job he had joined an organization, Entraide Ville-Marie , who took care of cancer patients .............

Nowadays most people do not expect death in the hospitals, it is not their mission. When this is not the order of healing, there is no bed. Palliative centers are scarce and often too expensive: Children do not see their legacy melt before our eyes.

As a volunteer gives you 6 to 10 hours per week, it gives time for spouse to see new things, do some shopping or go to the hairdresser. Whatever helps. I said hairdresser because it is more often the man who is ill and the woman who cares. This is probably because in this generation, men worked at the plant and the woman stayed at home.

We're in the scene for the final phase. Rarely a few weeks a few months. We're listening. I personally work desensitized toward death. I am now aware of the enormous humiliation by accepting the patient undergoes a stranger enters the deeper intimacy. You know, near death, the proud side of human dignity takes a chimonaque disembarkation.

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Abbé de l'Epee

My trial finished, I was imprisoned. Seven days is not like years but when you're innocent, it's hard time. A prisoner serving a long sentence for smuggling alcohol introduced me to the Lebanese author Khalil Gibran. A balm in my distress.

The trial bothers me. I think it's the mention of the Abbot of the sword that triggered my memory. I would go visit a professor of physics in question, whether the name of Father or stories cans, if it stuck to what in his mind. He must have thought I was crazy.

When we saw such a shock, such a psychological trauma our person defends himself in a funny way. I became a "full" paranoid: three systems lock on my door. I slept with a hammer, a knife and a flashlight. I jumped at the slightest noise and rushed to my arms to the noise source. When I went outside I looked at the back every ten feet and when I got home I looked in every closet, under the bed in the fridge and under the couch to see if there was not someone to hide.

I had always been confident in life, I had never crossed my doors and never been afraid for nothing. A kind of depression that eventually pass.

One evening I asked to see the Abbe De L'Epee. That's because there was a sort of invisible clown who wanted to play with me. He wanted us to fight with a sword of plastic. I know it's completely stupid to write that last sentence but that is how I lived.

soon as I asked to see the abbot, to my amazement, a face appeared to me, hanging in the air, floating in a pale cloud. It was real this portrait. I did not know this but I noticed Abbot large eyes and forehead of a vast expanse. The next day I tried to see a photo of this priest in the dictionary but it does it was not. I finally found an old dictionary in which the photo of the Abbot of the Sword, benefactor of mankind, was shown and it was him I'd seen.

This evening I decided to fight with the judiciary . My sentence was served but I was innocent and justice had erred. A new Don Quixote would confront the windmills of the judiciary. I had a crazy trial in which gross aberrations occurred, testimony full of inconsistencies and contradictions were floods and I was trying to gain recognition.

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Reflection on the last two texts

The text that the teacher read me is obviously the decision that I will use the J. Repi 14 years later. It was in this trial heard that I remembered this episode of my life.

In fairytale I eagerly search the book written by Father of the Sword. In fact it is the fairy tale that I read was young I look.

Honour repeated three times that the decision that I used is from a book written by Father of the Sword. This is completely false. In fact the priest who was also a lawyer has never written about this. When the judge mentioned the abbot, the crown prosecutor channel. I think they had to tweak the broad outlines of this trial during the interruption of the trial during the lunch hour. This is from an old book published on the rue de l'Abbé de l'Epee in Paris. Abbe De L'Epee is this character who founded an institution for the deaf and dumb and they learned to communicate with their using a language by sign. A pioneer and benefactor of mankind.

Beautiful phrases are extracted from this trial conferences of Notre-Dame, which took place hundred years in the early 19th century. The words of this ruling comes from a Father Picard explained that while evangelicals seem to contradict some facts of life of our Lord Jesus Christ, they say certainly the truth.

This has primarily nothing to do with thirty three contradictions from testimony given by three friends during my trial.

The event at the library I am still difficult to explain. I think we wanted to warn me. I know to be the subject of the first three quatrains of the first century of Nostradamus and I will live an even more important to my forty years is the 72th stanza of the tenth centuries. Text to come towards the end of my blog.

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Nostradamus

So soon as the course ended, I went to the library. In the library, one addressed me by the sleeve and before I could turn around to see, a voice warned me not to look. I instantly thought that someone wanted me to play a round.

I left towards a table where there was a big old book that was open and the voice told me to read a hand and pointed to a certain paragraph. It was from Old French, which I read twice, but still puzzled, before the paragraph indicated:

When the litters are overturned by the whirlwind paid

And will face their coats covered

The Republic, by new people, upset

When white and red deem backwards.

The voice explained that 'litters are overturned by the whirlwind paid "was a toilet bowl, that those who are" facing their coats covered "what are judges with their colors" red and white "and that the republic is all people who govern us and we administer. The voice also told me that the word "upset" had changed meaning over time and in the text that it meant "to be plagued by abuses of power." Finally the voice asked me if I did not find it curious that Nostradamus connects a toilet bowl with judges? I do not answer because at the time it meant nothing to me "Nostradamus".

Then I turned and noticed that there was nobody next to me. I took a few steps backwards to see if anyone was fleeing away, but no, nobody, so I went back a step or two and the big old book was gone! I remember being strongly precipitated out of the library, my composure and came back I found my "boyfriend" near the bottom of the boxes, we went to dinner. Curiously I did not breathe a single word of my experience that I will forget quickly.

The last two texts recount the facts that I experienced. I strive to deliver my memory as accurately as I could. In my next text I will comment and give some details that seem important.

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The Judgement

Here I am in Grade 10, I'm 16 and I attend the high school in Baie-St-François in Valleyfield. One day I had a physics class, last class before dinner, I went to my class a little earlier. It was not my habit. When I arrived there was nobody in the class and then suddenly I saw my teacher who does not look like too much but it was him but older. He was about to read a text while seeming to pay particular attention to me, laughing. ................. To read this

He read the text contained in big words and it spoke of the Father Of The Sword and conflict. After a few minutes, when he had finished I found myself saying aloud "And the two police officers?" And Professor answer me they were afraid for the smoke and then the whole class burst out laughing .

Then I turned and to my amazement there was hardly anyone in the class. `There were some students who were talking about a desk but they did not seem to have come just to laugh in heart! I turned to him and Professor much younger and he said "You're never the moon you? " then meant not having it added " You did not mind when I entered the classroom .

The incident froze me in amazement.

I really was seeing things or what? It was not finished. Immediately complete the course I am mechanically directed to the library. It was not my habit but I had the blues. I will tell more in my next text.

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The phony red




I am 15 years old, secondary, early '70. St. Thomas School in Valleyfield. The fashion is to skip class. I try my hand for the "kick". Seems we have the right to once without too much problem. I left school early in the afternoon, I dry the English course Atef Said. It is so annoying the deportee.

I walked mechanically towards the courthouse. I knew, I do not remember where, that justice is public and everyone can attend a trial. I thought that with a little luck
attending a trial in place of English courses.

arrived at the courthouse, I went up to the second floor and I half the doors of a court. There was nobody sitting in the pews but to the public before the court I saw a guard who showed a red canister to a judge.
I observed the scene for a few minutes and then I saw the keeper go with the can. The Judges at the front of the court looked at me quizzically. I thought maybe I had no business there and I thought of leaving. Then a small person who pleads with the judge looked at me with a smile and came towards me. I did not let me come up and I closed the door of the court and I went down the stairs.

When I got down I saw the same guard with red drum next to him. I remember going past the thought that it must surely be the trial of a farmer. I returned to school for the next class.

The previous scene will be repeated 15 years later, in 1986. When I do a trial and appeal that will bring my own bottle of red in court to show the superior court judge. Question to demonstrate that it is impossible to launch such an object in an apartment. For further details see the fairy tale The fairy Bottles & Monika .

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I'm still in second year in the early sixties. It will be understood later why I remembered this event some twenty years later.

One night after I slept, I saw a book on a chair near my bed. I turn back the light and I take this book. On the cover there is a police car with a lot of smudge that envelops a truck. Another thing that immediately catches my attention the author has the same name as me! The book I hold in my hands is thick cardboard. I turn the pages and look at the pictures and read what is written below. They are many images: a judge in reverse, lawyers, a skater, red and green cans, a priest. I do not waste my time reading the great texts, but I'll try to read in the middle of a text book called "Judgement" and I will give up, saying that children could not understand words like: paradoxical consistency, and divergent evidence. Words that I did not understand it myself but I was trying to understand this great sentence.

The next morning the book was still there and I will look at the pictures again. I was pretty smart for a child of eight years. I liked to read comic books

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drew my attention to a point where I will question my teacher the next day at school. This is a kind of machine as the typist, but my sister instead of the sheet is a small television and another picture that shows three judges, but one of them is a woman. I also remember that the book value was $ 100.00 but I was trying to do with this $ 10.00 figure as it was senseless. In fact even today such a book would sell at around $ 25.00. I also noticed the name on the cover Stanke and at that time the name was associated with a broadcast of Sunday night Alain Stanke kept the world on the UFO or at least read about it in his show and it captivated me. I remember having made the connection.

The next day at school my teacher is absent regular teacher and is the fourth year that replaces it. I ask him if this is still a woman can judge. I will question whether it is a typewriter with a TV instead of a leaf. I ask her if she knows someone who writes books and has the same name as me. I clearly remember asking him what it meant numbers of coils in a fairy tale. I many questions for this lady this morning.

the evening while returning from school I go up to my room to see the book but it was gone. I remember my sister accused of having taken or hidden. I described the book to my mother, but nobody had seen or taken. I imagine that I will remember this story.

I recall that moment in my life when I realize that this book is me who will write it. What I did after having lived, but even today it is still not published. By cons I put it on the Internet: Cans & Fairy Monika .

This fairy tale, because it is was difficult to write, more than ten years since I tried to remember instead of creating. Finally I have a big hand to write but that is for another text later on this blog.
This episode of my life is truly extraordinary. There was a little man who did not believe that we can know what he would do the next day.

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The bell

At the time, yet small, in the second year I think. We learned in school the mysteries of the Catholic religion. Remember: Something we can not understand but that we should believe from the outset because the institution of the church is divine right. It was a serious sin to not believe blindly.

for Trinidad it could go because even the eminences who came to learn it did not seem to understand themselves: One God, three persons "hypostasis" but different in one! I was hanging on me that they tell me that God could know what I did yesterday and what I will do the same tomorrow! I always felt smarter than the grownups, so deep in my skepticism, I sinned.

For the past there was no problem, but God can know what I would do the next day when I still did not know myself, sorry but no I boarded there. Still, I had not spoof.

One evening, I can say that I was in second grade because I remember the teacher, I am alone in my room and suddenly I heard a voice asking me if I would become a priest. I said there's no one beside me but the voice is very real. I have 7 or 8 years old any more. I am calm and I take my time to respond, I think ... I end up saying yes but on one condition. The voice asks me why. Being particularly tormented by the fact that someone can know the future in advance. I say: So long to see in the future. The voice ask me again if I promise, I said yes and told me that once I'm older, it will surely be easy. The next day I'll tell
my mother when I grow up I will be a priest but as the previous week was a carpenter she does not have a case. In terms of voice, I will not speak to anyone like I knew it was taboo. I knew most importantly, by induction, it was harmless. This promise has never troubled, in fact I have forgotten for a very long time.

I call that voice the angel of God, thus it is called in theology. She will return to the load. Today I can say that I will most likely never priest, and the voice filled out his share of the market.

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promises.

This episode in my life where I believe that it all began, is in the early 60s. I have four and a half years. It is important running backs at this age. Christmas is coming, it is very late at night and I'm awake. I hear my father and my mother who prays aloud in their room.

is because my father had excruciating pain in the chest that lasts. My mother is already down twice to prepare soft drinks, hot water and baking soda. They suspect the stomach but the arterial system that is blocked. I hear my dad suffers from pain and I wonder what I could do well.

My first idea is to join them but I give up. My dad would not appreciate. So I tell myself that I could be like them and I put my reciting Our Father whom I have known little, my sister showed me. While I was praying I heard a still voice which says "HIM", followed by a huge bell ringing far away. I

amazed because I knew that nobody else had heard the bell. I can not explain why. The sound came from elsewhere and I had heard it all.

The next day my dad was in the hospital. During the night he will make a stroke that left him paralyzed on the right side. He will not return home and he died of a heart attack in September.

My mother became a widow with eight children, the oldest 13 years old and the youngest still in diapers. I'm the sixth, two girls, five boys and one girl as junior. My mother did not remarry and keep us with it. My mother told me that some months after the death of my father, I asked him: Being dead does not mean we never see him again?

say we never wanted for anything would be an exaggeration but not essential. In fact it is the neighbors who have taught me that we were poor. Must say that as we remain in the country, it was easier. The summer my mother with children, maintained a large garden for canning and we still had a few chickens, pigs and a young heifer for meat in winter. My mother bought a hundred pounds of flour, sugar and did much to eat. She was doing very well with his work.

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FOREWORD

This blog is meant as a kind of confession. Confessions of Marchello. Is that I have things to reveal. True things that I really experienced that but I never could reveal.

At each of times I tried, I felt the skepticism and disbelief invade my interlocutor. So I stopped, I cut short my remarks by saying that this was not the right person. Say what I mean to go back to crazy, at least for some people.

I do not suffer absolutely no schizophrenic delusions. I am mentally well balanced and I've always been. If I used the word delirium in the blog title, because I feel that it is easy diagnosis that would come to mind following an assessment summary.

I have received private revelations. Hey yeah, it really exists. I know this is personal but it's important for humanity that I reveal these things before you die. I'll tell these episodes of life as I remember them trying to change nothing of what I experienced. I will indicate separately the facts of my deductions, assumptions and personal analysis. For whom? From forgotten gems.

I must say that for many of these episodes that I lived in my childhood, I forgot them for years and then suddenly when I lived some events I I remembered them. One is tempted to judge me, it would be wrong to do so. I just think that my destiny was far too big for my shoes. I am what my life experiences shaped me, I did not ask to live these things and it's a valuable service that I give to humanity by agreeing to make these confessions. Topics will of God, Nostradamus, the Abbe De L'Epee, views of events, predestination, freedom and destiny.
I'm not better than another. I am a great sinner, with his own faults and also its special qualities: passion, lazy, quick-witted, non-persistent, kind, impulsive, generous, profiteer, conscientious, broad-minded, free-thinker, critic and working. Woah! Brief look, honest and non-exhaustive, about myself.