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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.