When Michael Called

I do not know how much longer this blog will be on-line for things are afoot and the time of completion is drawing near, but I have only few things left which I wish to expound upon via this electronic medium in the coming days and months, for I sense that I now stand on the precipice of my future, standing on the threshold of a doorway through which I must venture, never to return to the land of darkness.  However, I want you to know, even just with a minimal understanding, of one thing that has been a part of what led me to this place of walking with the Eternal God, and only by His hand could this ever have happened.  He is the one who chooses, He is eternally upon the throne, for He knows the end from the beginning, He knows all that is in our hearts before time itself.  Though I have been utterly unwilling to speak of this, even just touching upon it, in bygone days, I sense that, nearing the time of fulfilment of His word to me, I should reveal a little more for those whose hearts still waver a little that your confidence in the God you serve, the Ever Living, Ever Loving God, is never misplaced.  Bear in mind, though, that this is just a little, just one thing of many.  It may seem unbelievable to some but I have no reason to create such a fanciful story and the spirit within me does not allow me to divert from the truth, for it is the Spirit of truth and of prophecy, the Spirit of the Lord.

When I was only a sapling, one night I lay awake in bed, as I am wont to do having sufferend insomnia and depression most of my days, but one particular night was different.  I lay there, unflinching though terrified, as the radiant man walked to the foot of my bed and sat down, making the bed creak.  His face was as the brightness of day.  Leaning slightly forward, he looked intently at me and, smiling, he said aught, remaining silent as the still night.  Though he caused me no reason to fear, I was too afraid to draw the covers over my face, my visage perhaps contorted with dread and anxiety as I stared in disbelief, my heart pounding like never before.  Was it a ghost?  I did not believe in such apparitions but could not think of another explanation at that time for I was young and inexperienced, lacking in understanding and knowledge.  I was only nine.  After a minute or so, which at that time seemed more like ten, he arose and, walking to the other side of the room, vanished from before my eyes.

The day eventually came, though I suffered an almost sleepless night.  What if he came back?  Fear would grip me for the remainder of the dark hours.  Only due to extreme weariness did I finally succumb to a heavy, albeit brief, slumber.  Of course, my parents were not willing to believe me when confessing what I saw, come the daylight hours.  It must have been a dream, a nightmare... but, if so, I am yet to awaken.

No, that was no dream.  It took me forty years to finally understand who it was and, perhaps, why.  At a young age, I tried in vain to dismiss it as a dream or a visitation by the ghost of my maternal grandfather, for it happened in the land of Galicia in the northwest of Spain, where also is believed to be entombed the remains of one of the sons of thunder, Saint James.  I was in the house of my mother's childhood when this happened, though her father had been dead long before I was born.  I found out, many years hence, that he is buried in Newark, near New York in the USA, a long way from Galicia.  I have his name as my first given name and my natural father's name as my second given name, so I carry the memory of their names with me.  However, the face of the one I saw looked not a jot like the photographs of my grandfather, nor like any other relative, living or dead.  The man I saw was tall and he wore some kind of formal robe which was whiter than fresh, powdery snow on a mountain peak.  I could not describe the colouring of his skin or hair because he was completely illuminated, radiating light from within, his raiment all brilliant with the same light.  That he radiated like a lamp is something which I discovered, a mere fifteen years later, to be a real phenomenon.

Throughout my life there has been a series of people called Michael whose influence on the direction of my life has been profound.  It was only a few years ago that I got to wondering why that happened... it seemed so strange, too much of a coincidence, this stream of very influential Michaels, like a powerful river in time running through my life.  I recalled the hidden message in the names of the patriarchs leading up to Noah, and even beyond.  So, out of curiosity and, perhaps also, divine inspiration, I listed the surnames of the Michaels in chronological order and, looking up the meaning of each one on-line, taking the first proper explanation found for each name, I discovered a hidden message, a message so profound to me and so unbelievable that I sat there in shock and disbelief... again.  I felt faint, goosebumps exploded right across my entire being, my heart raced, a cold sweat broke out and I simply stared at my screen, pallid as a dead man.

The hidden message, formed by the surnames of a series of seven Michaels, five who played major roles in my life and two who played minor roles which could be ignored without loss of message meaning but whose presence only serves to reinforce the message's particularity, beginning with the first Michael who was a friend and neighbour of my parents when I was conceived, born and for a number of years thereafter, and ending with a Michael who is currently my friend and coworker and whose appearance in my life was that which caused me to wonder about this phenomenon, describes perfectly the location in which I currently live in terms of the geography, both natural and man-made artefacts, the location's name which is inherently of a geographical description befitting the area, and appears to touch upon my purpose.  The description is not generic; it is quite specific, unique in that no other location do I know of that could fit, and the message is prophetic in nature.  I cannot repeat it here for this is personal and not for the ears of the general public amongst which are far too many wicked but, of a surety, it came by the hand of the Ever Living God.  It is such that one may relate it to the most trusted of friend or family but, even then, I am very reluctant and keep it to myself, except that the last Michael has been given some limited understanding.  I merely tell you of its existence, not for my benefit but for yours, that you may believe in the Ever Living God and His Christ, that your faith may no longer falter or be swayed or diminished by what is coming upon this dark world.

Nobody else but God could have orchestrated such a thing for it requires someone outside of the limitations of causality, someone who transcends all time.  Of such there is only One.  By this did I know that the one who had visited me when I was nine years old was, most certainly, the great archangel, Michael, for if I place him within the message, his very appearance is itself a message for it provides a second witness to what the message means and, thus, why I am here.  Even within the surroundings of my location are names supporting the message, a river and a mount upon which I live, of which I dreamed almost a year before I found this place, not immediately realising it was that which I dreamed until I saw it from a new perspective, a road I had not driven before then.  Even my surname at birth is descriptive of where I am now, so what of my given names, surely they are inspired of the Lord for a purpose we are yet to see.  I had been here almost eleven years when the message was finally no longer obscured from my eyes.  Yet, there remains one part to be revealed, so the time is not yet but I believe that it is near.

Without the first Michael, without the direction his influence set upon my life, I would never have met the second and, thus, the third and so forth with the rest and, consequently, the last for I would never have come to live at this isolated place upon this mount.  Without the last Michael, I would never have discovered the message that began with the first.  Sitting down to write out a brief and abridged autobiography that listed the ways in which each Michael influnced my life, including the way that influence led to meeting the next in some indirect manner, I realised that not one of them ever knew another.  How much stronger a witness would I need for the hand of God?  My first and last girlfriends, decades in the past (for I have lived in solitude before the Lord for a great time now) were both red-heads by the name of Christine, which means of Christ.  Why?!  Between them was one by whose dear friends I came to be baptised in the Lord, and her name was Michele, the feminine form of Michael, though her surname is not part of the message for they are all men.  Perhaps it should be.  This is only barely scratching the surface, but I digress and will not speak much more on it.  There is no excuse for me to doubt... and yet, when times are tough, this evil flesh wants to do just that... doubt!  Oh, woe is me, that I should know the secrets of the eternal kingdom and yet harbour this evil in my flesh!  Who can save me from this body of death?  The Ever Living God, the Glorious One of Israel!  Who else?

There have happened to me numerous astonishing things throughout my life, even a visible mark of His ancient Name upon my right thigh, and the number of times His enemy, the enemy of life and truth, has attempted to take my life from the face of the earth and has been thwarted, if only just, by His hand, I cannot count.  I am here for a reason, as was prophesied over me shortly after the Spirit of God was upon me with power, as was spoken by the mouth of the Eternal One in eternity past, for we are His and have forever been upon His unfailing heart of eternal faith and love.  In truth, He was always with me, even from the day I was conceived.

So then, what is the meaning of the name, Michael?

It is a rhetorical question, and it declares, Who is like unto GOD?!  Yes indeed!  Who?  I know not one!

Fear not, you who are always faithful to the Ever Living God, our Heavenly Father, fear not you whose heart is set continually upon Yeshua our Salvation.  It is His good pleasure to see the salvation of our souls, even by the precious blood of His only begotten Son, who reigns with Him forever, may His name be forever praised, and to bring us into His house and with us even many wretches who have hated the wickedness of this world, to fill His house that it may be full, to fill it with us and all those in the lanes and roadways who are lame, blind, deaf, dumb, the beggars, the lepers, the hated and despised by this world of Satan's kingdom, despised for the sake of the Lord's name, for the sake of the truth, so that the wedding feast may be joyous and a great exultation in the heavenlies and upon the earth, so that all may fall before Him who is and was and forever will be, the great and eternal, Ever Living God, may the praise of His name never, for all eternity, depart from my lips, amen!