SAVED BY ARCHANGEL MICHAEL
UPON
READERS’ REQUEST
October
02 is the Feast of Guardian Angels. In the last few days, I have repeatedly
received requests for stories involving God’s special and most
powerful angel, the Archangel Michael, Supreme Commander of God’s army in
heaven.
To my loyal
readers of Ghost Stories and Strange Tales, this research is for you. Thank you
for your interest in supernatural tales. This story is a real spiritual experience
shared to us by a young adult from the state of Illinois, USA. He has purposely
remained anonymous. Three elderly friends, however, swore this story is for
real because Archangel Michael "has the habit of showing himself to people
who call out to him for help." Well, the archangel is also the patron of
warriors, the sick and mariners. This is his story as he writes us directly:
SAVED BY
ARCHANGEL MICHAEL
When I think
about this experience 20 years later, I realize that this is the first time I
came to understand that God actually exists. I had always been told God exists
as a kid, but... You don't actually expect to experience God's protection.
I was 15 at
the time, and I was sound asleep. Suddenly I awoke because I felt this awful
presence nearby... Something evil was approaching me. There was no denying it,
there was evil in my bedroom, and it was coming after me. I started to panic.
But I
recalled something my sister told me when I was 7. If the devil ever comes
after you, call out for the Archangel Michael. She told me he's there to fight
off the devil and protect you.
I had nothing
to lose. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like minutes, when my sister's
advice popped into my head. As loud as I could think it (I was paralyzed with
fear) I "shouted" out, "Saint Michael the Archangel, save
me!"
I never would
have expected what happened next. As soon as I uttered that cry, a bright
orange-yellow light instantly filled my bedroom. I felt like I was lifted up
from my bed. There was a tremendous ringing in my ears. It was almost like
something exploded in my bedroom and the blast took me with it.
A few seconds
later, all was quiet, all was calm. I opened up my eyes and there I was, lying
in my bed. There was no feeling of evil anymore. In fact, it never happened
again.
I know this
story could be filed under "ghost stories" had there not been a
rather dramatic spiritual intervention at the end of it. For years I was
confused about what had happened to me that night... Did the Archangel Michael
actually exist? I thought he was like Santa Clause, more of a pleasant fairy
tale than fact. When the internet came along I was finally able to read the
stories of others who experienced that nighttime evil, the "Old Hag".
These poor people are pinned to their beds and choked and scratched and abused
by an indescribable evil spirit.
But me, I was
spared that horror because I showed enough faith in God to believe He would
send His ultimate warrior to defend me. It took me years to accept that I could
have possibly been that important to God... But now I know better: aren't we
all that important to God?
One last
thing. Over the years I've occasionally tried to imagine the experience from
the perspective of the evil spirit. There it was, a despicable and immensely powerful
evil spirit, approaching a tiny human soul completely incapable of defending
himself. It must have felt like a massive lion about to feast on an injured and
immobile lamb. I can imagine the abject fear that the evil spirit experienced
when that tiny human soul unexpectedly called out to God, and then in an
instant it was face to face with the undefeatable Archangel Michael. Talk about
that evil spirit having a bad hair day. I felt a tremendous blast and saw an
immense light - I wonder what happened in those moments.
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