I believe in spirits and demons and angels, and I believe that they are constantly present.
I believe that God created a physical world and a spiritual world; that the angels of the spiritual world have free will just like men and that some of them chose to not follow God. In fact, I have had two experiences in my life which have me convinced that what I believe is true. I'll begin with the angel.
When I was still a young girl, around the age of eight, I woke up one night from a nightmare. I had dreamed that the Sandman was in my room, standing on the other side of my bed, wanting to get me. I still remember what he looked like: his body formed from what looked like blocks of parched ground with sand seeping from the cracks when he moved. He had been silent and scary and as I laid in my bed, facing my bedroom wall, I was certain he was standing behind me.
I curled into a tight, tense ball. I looked up at the rosary that was hanging on my wall and I stared at the crucifix. Over and over and over again I prayed. I was too afraid to call out to my mom who was in the next room. I was too afraid to move. The only thing I could do was pray.
And then I saw a white, transparent hand come down from the air. Its arm disappeared after the wrist. It sort of glowed and I wasn't afraid of it. It touched the very tip of my shoulder and then pulled up again and disappeared. At the spot where I had been touched I felt warm and my muscles relaxed. Like a ripple in water that warmth traveled through my body, taking away all my fear and tension as it spread.
I remember my whole body relaxing and sinking a little into my bed and pillow. I was no longer afraid and I fell back asleep, completely peaceful.
Now something creepier.
A couple of years ago I was walking through an estate sale at the Galva Mansion with my husband's family. We climbed up to the third floor, which was a full attic. There a cousin and I opened a door into a large cedar closet. It smelled amazing and we walked in to check it out.
In the center of the closet was a single light bulb; I pulled on its string to turn on the light. The minute I did chills ran up my back. It felt like something was there, and whatever it was, it felt evil.
"This is really nice," I felt like I did not want to upset whatever was in the room and so I quickly complimented the space, turned off the light, and got out! Back in the open attic, with other people near I shut the door and said to the cousin, "I didn't like it in there. It was like something was there."
"Yeah, as soon as you turned on the light. I felt it too."
The fact that she felt it at the same time creeped me out even more. We decided that we'd seen enough of the Galva Mansion and got out.
So why do I share these stories today? Well, mostly because of St. Michael. In Scripture we see St. Michael fight the devil and protecting Christ's Church. In my own home, based on the experiences I have had and the things I have been taught by my faith, I often call on St. Michael. There have been times when my kids have experienced some odd things, have had intense nightmares, or just felt uneasy. In those moments, in the Name of Christ, I call on St. Michael to defend and protect my home and my family. I ask him to chase out anything that is not of God, not of Light. I do not do this lightly.
I am sure that St. Michael has answered my prayers. Even though the celebration of Michaelmas is new to me, my appreciation of St. Michael and all the angels who have kept me and my family safe throughout the years is very old.
If you have something troubling you, perhaps you could call on St. Michael to defend you in battle, to be your protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. And if you're looking for a way to honor St. Michael and the way God has loved us through His angels then I invite you too to celebrate Michaelmas today.
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