Then Michael Came

Then Michael came. Yes, the angel. He was simply there, standing in front of a group of other angels, all of them wearing white flowing gowns with golden armor over their chests – just the way you would expect angels to be. He, Michael, was clearly the leader here, and yet he somehow looked more human and less heavenly than the rest-there must have been about 6 to 12 other angels behind him. That otherworldly aura and gleam was less pronounced with him, but it was clearly there. He just looked more detailed; he stood out. Come to think of it, I guess that was why he could easily be referred to as the leader; that, and the fact that he stood in front of them and exuded authority.

I never saw them fly in or appear on the scene, they were simply just there all of a sudden. In what seemed to be a rather tight rectangular-shaped clearing – sort of like an elevator space. Their wings were not clearly visible but there was the implied knowledge of their presence; it was obvious the wings were there, latch on their backs, almost transparent, almost invisible. Michael had short hair and was clearly handsome but managed that with ordinary features and a plain-looking face. I even noticed a freckle or 2 – none of these human blemishes could be seen on the others. Yet, he was clearly their leader, with his short auburn hair and slightly freckled face. Just as I realized he was Michael without knowing how I knew, I realized he was more human looking perhaps by choice, or perhaps as a reflection of his love of God extending to the love of his children -man. As it is known, we try to imitate and sometimes look like those we love. It could also have been because of his obvious hard work and diligence as he continuously and endlessly engaged in battles for his Father and His children. It could also be because he was humbled by being chosen by the Father for such responsibility and his humility was so great, it permeated his spiritual form, making him appear simple and kind and approachable when seen by human eyes. It could be any of these reasons that he appeared more human, but just as I knew he was Michael, I just knew as well that It was all of these reasons – not just one – and perhaps more. The spirit realm is guided by rules not yet understood by man and I knew I could only guess as to all the elements that contributed to my vision of the angels.

And just as suddenly as they appeared, they began to disperse. Michael’s mission was clear to him, as it was to me. He was going to address the opposing leader here, the head of the cult, for the unconscionable violence, torment, and despair he had wrought on the people here.