He doesn’t come to my room often, but it’s always at night. In his presence I sense power and justice, a great calm. Last night, he wanted to know how I was, and when I told him he smiled:
“You have a good few years in front of you, have no fear.”
I asked him about the state of the world, what he, and the others, were doing about it. He laughed.
“We observe. We are not interventionists, as those politicians would say. We keep an eye on the other guy, who appears to have recruited quite a few followers. We are not surprised. His main skill is to instil fear in the minds of humans. We know about it.”
“What can I do?” I asked.
“Be yourself, pray, for we can hear you, any time. Don’t listen to the liars, the cheats, the false prophets, the merchants in the Temple. You know the path. Don’t deviate.”
There was a pause. The great frame stood up, I felt the low sound of powerful wings unfolding, and Saint Michael was gone.
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