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2008-10-25
 
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Saved By The Archangel Michael on 2008-10-25

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. Sudden...

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When I had sleep paralysis as a child, I would be unable to move, but I wasn't really scared. Even at 8 or 9 or 10 years of age I knew I was on the border of being asleep and awake, and I would be fine. It was a little scary, but not scary in the paranormal way, just in the way it was unpredictable. I would try as hard as I could to force myself back awake, and sometimes it was a struggle. But I never felt anything "evil" near me during my sleep paralysis episodes.

This time that I talk about, I was awake and able to move, but I was just too terrified to want to try to move. I could have moved if I was so inclined, but I was just becoming terrified. I was too scared to open my eyes. I snapped awake because I could suddenly feel this evil presence in my room. It just came out of nowhere. I remember knowing that it was off to my left, that it wasn't quite in my room yet, but that the idea of dimensions and walls didn't really matter in this case. What I felt was like its presence and its intent to come at me, and I knew it was moving towards me with the intent to cause harm. Seriously, I felt the evil and I instantly started to panic. The only thing I could remember was my sister telling me as a little boy to pray to St. Michael. It was a thought that came to me in desperation... What else did I know to do? I knew absolutely nothing about this stuff. I was 15 years old and I didn't go to church anymore. It was too boring and I couldn't relate to it. My pleading to St. Michael was done with me expecting the same results as if I had written a letter to Santa Claus asking for a toy. But I didn't know what else to do.

But man oh man, the result was awesome. I recall being kind of dumbstruck afterwards by what happened... This stuff just does not happen everyday. A whole can of archangel whoop-ass got opened up in my bedroom, then it got dumped on whatever it was that decided it was going to get me. Whatever happened, it was not a case of the Archangel Michael politely asking the thing to leave. No, it was like the room exploded. Michael was not messing around with this thing.

I can't help but laugh a bit at what happened, too. That thing got served big time. If it had even thought for a moment that picking me would place it at risk of coming face to face with Michael, it probably would have left me alone. I had nothing to do with the results. All I did was desperately beg St. Michael, who I wasn't even certain even existed. But it's funny, I always had a place for him in my heart, and as an adult I like to "talk" with him during my day. I've heard his voice once, 20 years later, during a really stressful time of my life... It was only a word, but it was the most confident voice I've ever heard. But I could tell that he was so very fond of me, and he cared for me like I was a "little brother" to him.

I am so glad, too, that the thing did not get the chance to get on me. I don't think my life would ever have been the same had I been terrified like that.
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