<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36699274</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:57:04.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with Death</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrael-interviewwithdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36699274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrael-interviewwithdeath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vanessa Darr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01590623579505334392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36699274.post-116233007614558319</id><published>2006-10-31T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T13:27:56.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;All Soul's Day - November 2, 2006Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Remembering those who have walked away with Azrael. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Do you miss someone who has gone? Light a candle.   Do you have regrets?  Is there something you need to tell a deceased one?  Write a letter or better, talk with them.  The dead hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All Soul's Day is for the living to remember the deceased-go ahead-make contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just remember&lt;/em&gt;-one day you too will be someone's  memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36699274-116233007614558319?l=azrael-interviewwithdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrael-interviewwithdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/116233007614558319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36699274&amp;postID=116233007614558319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36699274/posts/default/116233007614558319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36699274/posts/default/116233007614558319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrael-interviewwithdeath.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-souls-day-november-2-2006thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Darr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01590623579505334392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36699274.post-116196975864228168</id><published>2006-10-27T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T08:12:35.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1311/4108/1600/240px-Deathgrave.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1311/4108/320/240px-Deathgrave.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was the end of summer and early autumnal winds brushed my soul as I thought on how to go about recording the interview. Who would actually believe me? Maybe I should forget it, but Azrael's memory haunted me. I asked for a sign.&lt;br /&gt;Having coffee at a cafe in Cascais, an acquaintance began to unravel his experience with death. My ears perked up and I listened carefully. "I was in a car accident." Who wasn't in Portugal? Everyone drives like a lunatic. "I was in a coma for two days and that is when I met God." Oh, what did he say? Did he say GOD? I was getting a signal. "During that entire time, God and I talked." I thought to myself: "I better write the book." I just had to ask, "What did he say to you?" "The funny thing is I can't remember, but we talked. When I came out of the coma I was a changed man."&lt;br /&gt;It was at that precise moment that Azrael decided to chide me. The gentleman ordered a hot chocolate and I became overwhelmed with a sense of guilt. In his own fashion, the angel of death, was reminding me that our interview was not to be kept my secret. The deal was that I would be given the interview, but I had to publish its contents.&lt;br /&gt;So, I sat at the computer, looking out at the Atlantic from my studio window, typing my adventure with Azrael.&lt;br /&gt;So dear readers, think what you may, but my experience was a stark reality. Death comes to all, sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;Edgar Allen Poe reminds us in his poem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Conqueror Worm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(last stanza)&lt;br /&gt;...Out-out are the lights-out all!&lt;br /&gt;And, over each quivering form,&lt;br /&gt;The curtain, a funeral pall,&lt;br /&gt;Comes down with the rush of a storm while the angels, all pallid and wan,&lt;br /&gt;Uprising, unvieling, affirm&lt;br /&gt;That the play is the tragedy, 'Man,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And its hero the Conqueror Worm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I must admit, that Azrael was 'no worm.' Our bodies will come to an end, but death had arrived with a very different messaage, a message dabbed with humor.&lt;br /&gt;Like all other arts, funding is usually lacking. All artists have to make a living. It's part of the game of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;'Interview with Death' e-book download will launch on November 18th 2006 . It's yours, for the order.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Azrael has a message. Don't wait for your curtain call to hear it. He's not offering a way out but offering how to go out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Visiting with Death Survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Many people die at twenty five and aren't buried until they are seventy five. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Benjamin Franklin Quotes" href="http://en.proverbia.net/citasautor.asp?autor=12622"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;enjamin Franklin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Just a click away:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://websurveyor.net/wsb.dll/71998/visitwithdeath.htm" target="_blank"&gt;https://websurveyor.net/wsb.dll/71998/visitwithdeath.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36699274-116196975864228168?l=azrael-interviewwithdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrael-interviewwithdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/116196975864228168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36699274&amp;postID=116196975864228168' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36699274/posts/default/116196975864228168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36699274/posts/default/116196975864228168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrael-interviewwithdeath.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-was-end-of-summer-and-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Darr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01590623579505334392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry></feed>
