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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KgvZDXtUFQOXJS--r706sr4WQ6M/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KgvZDXtUFQOXJS--r706sr4WQ6M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KgvZDXtUFQOXJS--r706sr4WQ6M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KgvZDXtUFQOXJS--r706sr4WQ6M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In my view point, Between Life and Death is referring to what we don’t know in relation to what life is and what death is, knowing the first is not easy while being innocent in the first would never let you avoid the second!  On the other hand,Between Life and Death, can be conversion of someone alive with the shadows of SHEOL. Everything that starts with the title “Between Life and Death” always&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~4/1gUtJGqRUt8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/2010/02/triangle-top-representation-of-eyes-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEENRHk5fSp7ImA9WxBUEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887158596873297198.post-1468816221122167077</id><published>2010-01-25T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T07:44:55.725-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-25T07:44:55.725-08:00</app:edited><title>Buddha Heads Everywhere: e.g A Mango Tree!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/feeds/1468816221122167077/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887158596873297198&amp;postID=1468816221122167077" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/1468816221122167077?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/1468816221122167077?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~3/dFt7bgUVjNw/heads-everywhere.html" title="Buddha Heads Everywhere: e.g A Mango Tree!" /><author><name>Thomas A Dipanda Mouelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293244109887184302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/ShKRjpWOv2I/AAAAAAAAACc/li74LRTM3AM/S220/661099_96.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/S3j48p7v1wI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ws86dcbzLbg/s72-c/Buddha+Head.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ktek1rIDpoFp7vBl8FCGEsWPPjY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ktek1rIDpoFp7vBl8FCGEsWPPjY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ktek1rIDpoFp7vBl8FCGEsWPPjY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ktek1rIDpoFp7vBl8FCGEsWPPjY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Nature is the symbol of life, and most of the time what a person sees is related to wild life! If you are able to picture a head or a symbol from the trees or the wall that you can see, then Shéol is opening one door to you. A tree is made of branches but sometimes those branches appears like forms where scary Buddha’s head can popup. ......."he's zyCra!!!!"Get connected to the nature does not &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~4/dFt7bgUVjNw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/2010/01/heads-everywhere.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EFQ3w9eyp7ImA9WxNSFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887158596873297198.post-3000299602021440886</id><published>2009-08-21T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T03:33:32.263-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-28T03:33:32.263-07:00</app:edited><title>The mystery of the faith</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/feeds/3000299602021440886/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887158596873297198&amp;postID=3000299602021440886" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/3000299602021440886?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/3000299602021440886?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~3/1V-ZZ0i3JcQ/mystery-of-faith.html" title="The mystery of the faith" /><author><name>Thomas A Dipanda Mouelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293244109887184302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/ShKRjpWOv2I/AAAAAAAAACc/li74LRTM3AM/S220/661099_96.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/So6jOcESeHI/AAAAAAAAADc/TsNkxCPt-rc/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DCg70zjGHagZUwNXuKvdK2mXrUs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DCg70zjGHagZUwNXuKvdK2mXrUs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DCg70zjGHagZUwNXuKvdK2mXrUs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DCg70zjGHagZUwNXuKvdK2mXrUs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;One of the most important thing for all the believers is to figure out the mystery of the faith. From the beginning, the snake was more the crafty than all the other animals of the fields that ELOЇM had made. Then, ELOЇM said: “you will not eat all trees of the garden?” The woman answered the snake: “We can eat fruit of the trees of the garden. But not the fruit of the tree which is in the middle&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~4/1V-ZZ0i3JcQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/2009/08/mystery-of-faith.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcGRXg_cCp7ImA9WxJaE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887158596873297198.post-6099362654362893056</id><published>2009-08-04T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T06:53:44.648-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-04T06:53:44.648-07:00</app:edited><title>I am a crow!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/feeds/6099362654362893056/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887158596873297198&amp;postID=6099362654362893056" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/6099362654362893056?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/6099362654362893056?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~3/6OTffPCLRLw/i-am-crow.html" title="I am a crow!" /><author><name>Thomas A Dipanda Mouelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293244109887184302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/ShKRjpWOv2I/AAAAAAAAACc/li74LRTM3AM/S220/661099_96.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/Sng82Ke4OmI/AAAAAAAAADU/SolQcFwzbcI/s72-c/crow.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wkkoUVIyN5ETnm7wCwMiO1PoHDE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wkkoUVIyN5ETnm7wCwMiO1PoHDE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wkkoUVIyN5ETnm7wCwMiO1PoHDE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wkkoUVIyN5ETnm7wCwMiO1PoHDE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;During another night of serious insomnia, I slept around 6h10min.I dreaming that I was long &amp;amp; tall man walking around the neighbourhood, First, I jump across from my house to my neighbour’s house. I planned from place A to B, &amp;amp; from place B to C I planned again, doing some air, like I was able to fly and stay in the air like there is no gravity. Then I decided to go home because I felt it was &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~4/6OTffPCLRLw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-crow.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04CQ3Y-eip7ImA9WxJaE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887158596873297198.post-7882915916705967299</id><published>2009-08-04T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T06:19:22.852-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-04T06:19:22.852-07:00</app:edited><title>Don’t fall a sleep!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/feeds/7882915916705967299/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887158596873297198&amp;postID=7882915916705967299" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/7882915916705967299?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/7882915916705967299?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~3/WYqRWnSrb0g/dont-fall-sleep.html" title="Don’t fall a sleep!" /><author><name>Thomas A Dipanda Mouelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293244109887184302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/ShKRjpWOv2I/AAAAAAAAACc/li74LRTM3AM/S220/661099_96.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/SngkmeRGd5I/AAAAAAAAADM/2vPIDBr6lM8/s72-c/poppins.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gxu3MiqSHPN7My7wT445q-YeCCY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gxu3MiqSHPN7My7wT445q-YeCCY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just like a light turn off inside my own body!Insomniacs have been known to complain about being unable to close their eyes or "rest their mind" for more than a few minutes at a time.  During a crisis in my life, I used to sleep less than 10 to 20 minutes per day before I felt in the coma!  "Newark DE,197XX" Having lasers going through my head:-to erase the things I have learned, -to brainwash my&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~4/WYqRWnSrb0g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-fall-sleep.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEABSX4-cCp7ImA9WxJaE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887158596873297198.post-8667518810822586800</id><published>2009-08-04T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T04:52:38.058-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-04T04:52:38.058-07:00</app:edited><title>The small girl</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/feeds/8667518810822586800/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887158596873297198&amp;postID=8667518810822586800" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/8667518810822586800?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/8667518810822586800?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~3/BhCJuRmm1ak/small-girl.html" title="The small girl" /><author><name>Thomas A Dipanda Mouelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293244109887184302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/ShKRjpWOv2I/AAAAAAAAACc/li74LRTM3AM/S220/661099_96.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/Sngb2QXk8uI/AAAAAAAAADE/jdzbSODl9PM/s72-c/The+Little+Girl.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FEw9ge3mBdjbVuy3jTU95dll-oc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FEw9ge3mBdjbVuy3jTU95dll-oc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It’s a secret.There is a little girl between the world of the dead &amp;amp; our world.She is the martyr of many men especially priest or religious sectarian activist!Those littles girls that died of an unjust cause become deamons, evils &amp;amp; fantômes!Those littles girls that lost their vagina due to sectarian belief = GHOST!On the other hand, LUCIFER, the light angel can look at you from any women close to&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~4/BhCJuRmm1ak" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/2009/08/small-girl.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AAQ3w_cSp7ImA9WxJRF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887158596873297198.post-4518048207289899948</id><published>2009-05-19T04:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T04:15:42.249-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-19T04:15:42.249-07:00</app:edited><title>Animals that can talk like humans</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/feeds/4518048207289899948/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887158596873297198&amp;postID=4518048207289899948" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/4518048207289899948?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/4518048207289899948?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~3/OLoMFL0gDlA/animals-that-can-talk-like-humans.html" title="Animals that can talk like humans" /><author><name>Thomas A Dipanda Mouelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293244109887184302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/ShKRjpWOv2I/AAAAAAAAACc/li74LRTM3AM/S220/661099_96.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/ShKUURBUlRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C8RzlCkGBG4/s72-c/owl1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e39yKKDxOmB52uinBCXs3AY8V64/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e39yKKDxOmB52uinBCXs3AY8V64/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Cats can speak like babies,Owls can pronounce three specific interrogations words: WHERE, WHO, WHENMeaning where did you die?Who died? Or who killed you?When did you die?Dogs give you advice! Some peoples say that "dogs are the messengers of the deads"!Bats know how to debate and they talk about different points of view of the same subject!Bats hate gay peoples!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~4/OLoMFL0gDlA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/2009/05/animals-that-can-talk-like-humans.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcNQnYzeip7ImA9WxJTFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887158596873297198.post-148544328372515892</id><published>2009-04-23T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:14:53.882-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-23T02:14:53.882-07:00</app:edited><title>La Mort</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/feeds/148544328372515892/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887158596873297198&amp;postID=148544328372515892" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/148544328372515892?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/148544328372515892?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~3/8H2VvivodKg/la-mort.html" title="La Mort" /><author><name>Thomas A Dipanda Mouelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293244109887184302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/ShKRjpWOv2I/AAAAAAAAACc/li74LRTM3AM/S220/661099_96.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/SfAxhLpfiiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1RlNafFe9HQ/s72-c/La+mort.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fydWBDBKi6i5r0oFEpxqD1ZXAfQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fydWBDBKi6i5r0oFEpxqD1ZXAfQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It’s not a joke to see spirit from shéol or soul in the wind that you can’t even imagine. You might be able to see natural drawings in old walls or people faces on the ground similar to a dying insect around others insects that eat it. Seeing shéol represent a concept of your life relative to what GOD chooses for you. It all started with a mystery, “Is there someone keeping the gate of shéol?”, C&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~4/8H2VvivodKg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-mort.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEARXcyfyp7ImA9WxVXEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887158596873297198.post-6348310852750661312</id><published>2009-02-10T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T02:10:44.997-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-10T02:10:44.997-08:00</app:edited><title>The Story of Asa'el</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/feeds/6348310852750661312/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887158596873297198&amp;postID=6348310852750661312" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/6348310852750661312?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/6348310852750661312?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~3/wIoGZIQyJRE/story-of-asael.html" title="The Story of Asa'el" /><author><name>Thomas A Dipanda Mouelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293244109887184302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/ShKRjpWOv2I/AAAAAAAAACc/li74LRTM3AM/S220/661099_96.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/SZFSepUU-YI/AAAAAAAAABg/Xf2bM2JorJs/s72-c/Azazel.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PLZqC7thjA_M0I8yKjE8XajELkI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PLZqC7thjA_M0I8yKjE8XajELkI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PLZqC7thjA_M0I8yKjE8XajELkI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PLZqC7thjA_M0I8yKjE8XajELkI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Merovingian’s dynasty did exist. This story is the fact that your soul can travel outside of your body from person to person when you touch or handshake someone. This story is also the fact that you can talk to someone by holding his hand, “talk inside your body while holding the other persons hands, and inspire that persons by your knowledge and the way you see things” I had that experience with&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~4/wIoGZIQyJRE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-asael.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUAQn45eCp7ImA9WxVQEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887158596873297198.post-306996917222807160</id><published>2009-01-29T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:34:03.020-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-29T07:34:03.020-08:00</app:edited><title>Black shadows!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/feeds/306996917222807160/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887158596873297198&amp;postID=306996917222807160" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/306996917222807160?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/306996917222807160?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~3/RApIT3pnXNY/black-shadows.html" title="Black shadows!" /><author><name>Thomas A Dipanda Mouelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293244109887184302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/ShKRjpWOv2I/AAAAAAAAACc/li74LRTM3AM/S220/661099_96.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/SYHL-0GVSyI/AAAAAAAAABY/q0vdBXJvxD0/s72-c/black+shadow.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aKnbLDVMXDrG58Yt1VzVYk5PVp8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aKnbLDVMXDrG58Yt1VzVYk5PVp8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aKnbLDVMXDrG58Yt1VzVYk5PVp8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aKnbLDVMXDrG58Yt1VzVYk5PVp8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;They are others in this universe, some of them are superior to us, and most of them are older. They live in the world between Life &amp;amp; Death or Shéol. Not everybody might be able to see them; I expect kids or a young couple to be able to see them. I have always believed in GOD more than I believe in the mystical or black side of the force. I tough Angels only live in paradise, but some of them are &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~4/RApIT3pnXNY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/2009/01/black-shadows.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYARXc9fSp7ImA9WxZVFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887158596873297198.post-3283026801371097942</id><published>2008-03-26T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:39:04.965-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-27T01:39:04.965-07:00</app:edited><title>WHITE SHADOWS REMAINS IN THE SAME RADIATION CIRCLE</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/feeds/3283026801371097942/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887158596873297198&amp;postID=3283026801371097942" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/3283026801371097942?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/3283026801371097942?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~3/Z5Q84gSr8MM/white-shadows-remains-in-same-radiation.html" title="WHITE SHADOWS REMAINS IN THE SAME RADIATION CIRCLE" /><author><name>Thomas A Dipanda Mouelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293244109887184302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/ShKRjpWOv2I/AAAAAAAAACc/li74LRTM3AM/S220/661099_96.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/R-oMAJAjG6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/B65v9-cRpJA/s72-c/54.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Xfray6Nc7q7Jsm50KdkcrTX9AkY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Xfray6Nc7q7Jsm50KdkcrTX9AkY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Xfray6Nc7q7Jsm50KdkcrTX9AkY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Xfray6Nc7q7Jsm50KdkcrTX9AkY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;However it is unaware of that there are Shades  and that its guests are with the valleys of the shéol. (v.18)White shadows can not be seen not even in the dark,but they have the odor of the most exotic &amp;amp; extraordinary perfumeIf you encounter a white shadow, you won't see a thinghowever you will smell a powerful fraganceSo powerful that you will thinka person was there with youLast year before I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~4/Z5Q84gSr8MM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/2008/03/white-shadows-remains-in-same-radiation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUGSHo9eip7ImA9WxZVFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887158596873297198.post-920444569947773608</id><published>2008-03-04T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:40:29.462-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-27T01:40:29.462-07:00</app:edited><title>The devil comes to get you</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/feeds/920444569947773608/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887158596873297198&amp;postID=920444569947773608" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/920444569947773608?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/920444569947773608?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~3/9AqakEF3x3s/devil-comes-to-get-you.html" title="The devil comes to get you" /><author><name>Thomas A Dipanda Mouelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293244109887184302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/ShKRjpWOv2I/AAAAAAAAACc/li74LRTM3AM/S220/661099_96.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/R81RBVNyR1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/5UyH2g_IQGs/s72-c/3-headed-cat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r9rcEfP-YtCJ34LkQkwyrxxq9d0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r9rcEfP-YtCJ34LkQkwyrxxq9d0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If the devil come to get me, that simply means that I am the baitFirst I have noticed that I was trapped into what I may call a radiation circle.In that circle, everything is questionable. it happens just like an illusion or an imagination in my head.Remember, if someone encounters the devil what is the difference between what he/she sees &amp;amp; his/her imaginations?I beleived whatever I saw was not &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~4/9AqakEF3x3s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/2008/03/devil-comes-to-get-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUCR3o7fSp7ImA9WxZVFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887158596873297198.post-3141741713301582768</id><published>2008-01-14T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:41:06.405-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-27T01:41:06.405-07:00</app:edited><title>What do you feel when you are close to the Devil?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/feeds/3141741713301582768/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887158596873297198&amp;postID=3141741713301582768" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/3141741713301582768?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/3141741713301582768?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~3/V9FKA3IwBGs/what-do-you-feel-when-you-are-close-to.html" title="What do you feel when you are close to the Devil?" /><author><name>Thomas A Dipanda Mouelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293244109887184302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/ShKRjpWOv2I/AAAAAAAAACc/li74LRTM3AM/S220/661099_96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nj3j-G6MDNE3tKUnb6ol9DK-aTk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nj3j-G6MDNE3tKUnb6ol9DK-aTk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nj3j-G6MDNE3tKUnb6ol9DK-aTk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nj3j-G6MDNE3tKUnb6ol9DK-aTk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You should know that they are different types of sensations that let you know that you are close to the devil. Most of the time,you cannot sleep, you cannot eat red meat,  you are afraid of the dark, you see the shadow of a snake whet ever you are, you think that you can understand what animal says, you will follow the wind to see forms has through the curtains like someone is there with you.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~4/V9FKA3IwBGs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-do-you-feel-when-you-are-close-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYAQXc7eyp7ImA9WxVQEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887158596873297198.post-130510468050204210</id><published>2008-01-10T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:52:20.903-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-29T05:52:20.903-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Everything started approximetly at that point." /><title>BetweenLife&amp;Death: A Meeting with the Devil</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/feeds/130510468050204210/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887158596873297198&amp;postID=130510468050204210" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/130510468050204210?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887158596873297198/posts/default/130510468050204210?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~3/kVCy-RY2zFM/introduction.html" title="BetweenLife&amp;Death: A Meeting with the Devil" /><author><name>Thomas A Dipanda Mouelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293244109887184302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NccloA12Djk/ShKRjpWOv2I/AAAAAAAAACc/li74LRTM3AM/S220/661099_96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-5Di7Zd2kKola7hKK_IbVeCOz2c/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-5Di7Zd2kKola7hKK_IbVeCOz2c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-5Di7Zd2kKola7hKK_IbVeCOz2c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-5Di7Zd2kKola7hKK_IbVeCOz2c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The 24th of December 2006 I got out of Christiana Hospital Wilmington,and I left the United States &amp;amp; came back to my home country. If people wanted me dead in the state of Delaware, I figured that I should go back where people love me. Despite my family didn't want me to go back to the state.I didn't have a choice, I had to stay &amp;amp; then I felt even more sick than before in my life. But before I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HistoryAParanormalStoryOfAManWithShol/~4/kVCy-RY2zFM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://betweenlifedeath.blogspot.com/2008/01/introduction.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

