to her feet. Energetically, she was just as
powerful as St. Michael and left me in
ominous awe as I understood that she was a
member of his league of angels.
Placing me upon his shoulder as he'd
done in the past, St. Michael was very stern
with me this evening. Wishing to discuss my
visions with a particular individual who was
supposed to be well-versed in spiritual
direction, St. Michael and I were flying all
over the world at a speed indescribable as he
showed me an image of this person in the
heavens. "Do not discuss this with him," St.
Michael said in an energetically powerful
way, "you listen to me!" Conveying that this
person would give me false guidance
regarding the mystical realms, St. Michael
allowed me to see that he could jeopardize
my divine mission.
Swooping down towards a building
below, I saw a demon who was trying to
interfere with this eternal directive. St.
Michael flew by, and the demon was struck
dead. (I was unsure if this striking dead was
a literal rendering, or if they were struck
dead in energy, annihilated in their ability to
render destructive force towards the work of
the Lord.) As quickly as he had swept me
brent
(Brent)
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