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Everything All Christians Need To Know About St. Michael The Archangel. 

Everything All Christians Need To Know About St. Michael The Archangel. 

​All You Need To Know About St. Michael the Archangel.

Saint Michael the Archangel isn’t a saint in the traditional sense, but rather he is an angel and the leader of all angels and of the army of God. This is what the title “Archangel” means, that he is above all the others in rank.

However, Michael the Archangel is still called a saint because he resides in heaven in communion with God. Michael the Archangel has four main responsibilities or offices, as we know from scripture and Christian tradition.

The first is to combat Satan. The second is to escort the faithful to heaven at their hour of death. The third is to be a champion of all Christians, and the Church itself. And the fourth is to call men from life on Earth to their heavenly judgment. Very little is known about Michael the Archangel other than what we know from scriptures, which themselves are sparse. In Daniel, he is mentioned twice.

The first time as one who helped Daniel, and the second time he is mentioned with regard to the end times of the world, a time when he will stand and defend the righteous. His next mention comes in the Epistle of St. Jude, where he is said to guard the tombs of Moses and Eve and has contended with Satan over the body of Moses.

The final mention is in Revelation, where St. Michael and his angels, do battle with the dragon.

There are other scriptures where St. Michael is implied, but not mentioned by name, such as the angel; who defends the gate to Paradise.

Today, St. Michel the Archangel is invoked for protection, especially from lethal enemies. He is also the patron of soldiers, police, and doctors.

St. Michael the archangel, Pray For Us! 

An Experience With The Archangel Michael. 

An Experience With The Archangel Michael. 


An experience with the Archangel Michael.

It was the autumn of 1983. The best I can remember, it was September. I don’t know the precise date. It would be neat if it had been this date, the 29th. I didn’t keep a diary. But I didn’t need one to recall the details.

At the time, I was living the “fast track,” the high life, of New York. Although born in Niagara Falls, I had gone to Fordham, a Jesuit university in The Bronx, and had moved to Manhattan’s Upper East Side after a brief stint as a newspaper reporter, during which I had been involved in the discovery of a famous toxic waste dump named Love Canal.

This had propelled my career as a writer, and at the time I was working on a book about the Mafia. I wrote about an experience from this the other day (see “A spiritual brush with a mob hitman”).  It was one of many such experiences, some of which I will be sharing in days ahead. As I said, it was the fast track, and in addition to my research on organized crime, I had also written books on toxic-waste scandals, and (stupidly enough) on psychic phenomena and haunted houses. In fact I had just “investigated” a supposedly “haunted” house (in reality it was demon-infested) in the Chelsea section of Manhattan. 

Anyway, I was a 31-year-old writer doing what he had always aspired to doing: writing, appearing on national TV, lecturing at colleges for excessive fees, making enough money to live in a luxury high rise and eat in the ritzy cafes every night of the week. I was what you might call a “swinging bachelor.” I admired people like Hugh Hefner. I’m not proud of it. I wasn’t an evil person, but I certainly wasn’t good, and one Friday night that September after coming home earlier than usual I feel asleep and awoke because of an amazing dream.

In the dream, I was on a bed that was like a hospital gurney, and it was in my foyer facing the door of my 12th-floor apartment. Around me were three or four spirits with their hands over me, two on each side, as if they were praying. I wasn’t allowed to look straight at them, but I had the impression they were thin pencil-like figures of light who could appear in any form they wanted. They were uttering what seemed like an ancient language. “Who are you?” I asked the one on my left, who seemed to be in charge.

“My name is Michael,” said this entity (for lack of a better term). “Now look!” He indicated towards the door, and on that door I saw the most frightening thing of my life: the face of the devil or at least a major demon, etched and yet alive, living, sneering, full of a hatred I had never before seen and could not hope to adequately describe.

I woke up in a sweat. I paced a while, probably had a cigarette back then. Looked out the window. Below, the last of the stragglers were leaving the cafes along Third Avenue. It was probably between three and four a.m.

Finally I got back to sleep, but immediately lapsed into the same dream. It didn’t seem like a dream, but more like a vision. It continued where it had left off. “I told you, look,” said the one who had called himself Michael“Now say, ‘Vanish!'”

I could never imitate the power behind those words. Instantly his words had made that awful evil face on the door, the hollowed cheeks, the pointy goatee, disappear.

I didn’t have the courage or faith to do what he said. Instead I woke up and this time was the most terrified of my life. It was far scarier than anything the Mafia or haunted houses could dish up. I was probably up close to an hour, smoking, wanting to call someone, pacing. But who was I to call? At the time my two best friends were reporters for The New York Times, which for all practical purposes meant they were atheists. 

Finally, I forced myself back to sleep and the dream again continued where it had left off. The one who said he was Michael told me again to say, “Vanish!” Somehow, I came up with the faith. I came up with the courage! When the awful face materialized, I raised my right hand and shouted “VANISH!” 

Suddenly and to my amazement the face disappeared and so did the angels and I got up from the “gurney” and walked to the door. As I did I could see that where the face had been was now a set of keys. When I took them and looked at them a tag indicated the address of that haunted house in Chelsea.

I had been brushing up against evil in many ways, and now the devil was at my door.

It was part of my coming back to Christ. I hadn’t been to church regularly since junior high school, but now went back. Did I! Around this time I became a daily communicant. It was almost instant. There were other experiences. I came back through both Catholicism (a church on 90th Street called Our Lady of Good Counsel), and also through a non-denominational group of pentecostals, evangelicals, and charismatics on the Lower East Side. And I came back in a big way. Although I know there are those who would question the entire experience, there was a reality to it and it wasn’t evil. I believe they were angels — because right after that I learned that my mother had been invoking Michael and had bought me a statue of him (which to this day is next to the bed).

As I said, this helped lead me back to Christ, and to a journey away from secular journalism and to writing spiritual books. Eventually, it also lead to this website, Spirit Daily. We have been up and running since May 13, and in that time it has been amazing. We have had many thousands of “hits.” We saw a peak on June 26 when by God’s grace we were allowed to get a jump on releasing the third secret of Fatima (there is still a bit of newsman in me). 

Today, the feast of the Archangel Michael, we are beginning official operation, and dedicating the site to the greatest of all angels, the one who saved me as he had also helped Daniel (Daniel 10:13), the one for whom I had been named, the one who battles Lucifer tirelessly, the one who will cast him down forever in the end (Revelation 12:7) — the one who has no fear as we too must have no fear at a time when we must confront the face of the devil and make him vanish from our culture with the same question, the same insistence, that Michael once spoke, with the same courage and strength as when, casting out Satan, who pretended to the Throne, the angel shouted with a voice I think I also heard,  with a voice of overwhelming power, with one that should now — must now — resonate around the world“Who is like unto God?”

This true Story was written By Michael H. Brown, on September 29, 2000 on his blog spiritdaily.com

An Exorcist True Testimony: A Parish Priest Protected By St. Michael The Archangel And Hated By The Devil

An Exorcist True Testimony: A Parish Priest Protected By St. Michael The Archangel And Hated By The Devil

From a testimony posted by Jorge, author of the blog Almas Castles.

was once in a parish and I confess that I was very impressed with an image of St. Michael the Archangel, which was on the high altar. Brought from Italy, all wood, that beautiful and precious image already witnessed many exorcisms.

The Exorcist

The exorcist was Father Miguel Pedroso. His calm and calm gaze, his words of deep and gentle sonority, his unshakeable courage and faith, his fight against the devil … everything in that priest was exorcistic.

There were huge lines to receive the blessing of this priest at the end of the Mass. The blessing was received on the knees, in the “murmur” that separates the altar, as if to communion. The priest, very calmly, passed from one to the other, blessing, giving advice, smiling and exorcising … His face conveyed tranquility, faith, strength and meekness, together with an unspeakable happiness. Many who came from afar to converse with him returned in amazement at their tranquility of those who are at peace with God. Needless to say, the demon hated this priest. And, from the high altar, St. Michael the Archangel stood before everything.

Who was this priest? What parish is this? What image of São Miguel do I speak?

Crossing and Promise

At the end of the nineteenth century Italy was going through a difficult period and the Italians migrated to America in search of work and new opportunities. Among many, by the year 1870, the young Miguel Aliano also came to Brazil. His trip was tumultuous: he faced terrible weather, contrary winds, great delay and suffering. Some immigrants became ill and others died – their bodies were thrown into the sea. While the strong waves shook the boat, many feared never to reach their destination.

Remembering the Catholic faith inherited from his mother, Miguel, the young man, asked Saint Michael, the Archangel, the miracle of arriving in Brazil. He promised that, as soon as he was able, he would return to Italy to seek the image of the holy guardian angel and have a chapel erected in his honor.

When you pray, you can do it. Miguel finally arrived in Brazil and, with all the effort of those who come to a new land, he worked, set up his trade and saved savings to keep the promise.

As soon as it was possible, he fulfilled it. In the year 1891, Miguel Aliano and Ana Maria Olga Aliano built a chapel dedicated to São Miguel Arcanjo in the center of São Paulo, at Rua Bráulio Gomes. The boy traveled to Italy and brought from his land, packed and inside a wooden box, that beautiful image of St. Michael the Archangel, all of it also in painted wood.

The change

São Paulo was growing a lot and it was necessary to widen streets, build buildings, modernize the city. In this context, the chapel of St. Michael the Archangel was expropriated: great sadness among the relatives.

But the Catholic faith is strong in the Alian family. In 1938, Miguel’s heirs built another chapel, thus transferring the image of San Miguel Arcanjo to the neighborhood of Mooca. It is there until today.

Although a priest sometimes came to pray Mass and to assist the faithful in the Chapel of St. Michael the Archangel, she did not have a permanent priest. So, to the greater glory of God, the Alian family decided to donate it to the Metropolitan Curia, which finally transformed it into a parish.

On April 21, 1960, the new parish had its first Mass and the first parish priest, who remained there for many years, loved by all the faithful of the region: Father Miguel Pedroso; the exorcist priest.

A parish priest loved by the faithful and hated by the devil

Whoever knows you knows what I’m talking about. Even enemies of the Catholic Church were amazed by the sound of Father Miguel Pedroso’s voice. His calm, his serenity, his strength, his unwavering faith made the demon tremble.

Father Miguel attended to all the people who came to him. He visited the sick, blessed the people and houses of the region, did countless exorcisms …

As he grew older, he was transferred to Cotia, where he contributed to the formation of the famous carmel there. I went to the city of Cotia several times in search of Father Miguel. He still continued to pray mass, to give blessing and to do exorcisms. Lay and religious people continued to come from afar to look for him.

After passing away in old age, the body of the priest Miguel was buried in the city of São Roque. Many people will still pray next to your tomb.

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Archangel Michael, Protector Of The Earth

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