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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