Michael is the leader of the archangels and the protector of us lightworkers. My conscious experience of him has undergone many changes over the decades of my knowing him. Though I am blessed to have a strong connection to other archangels and angels, I want to use Michael here as an example of what angels are telling us and how they assist us.
In terms of connecting with angels, there are many approaches that work to establish initial contact. In fact, they are all ears, so eagerly awaiting and anticipating our summons. Just say “Angel” or “Michael” and it is done! And then add a request or question that comes from the heart and it will be attended to and answered. But are we all ears? Are we really willing to listen to what they tell us?
Someone once said that you cannot take a single breath without an angel in your ear telling you to breathe! And, of course, if you prefer, you can always pray and make a request to God to send His angels to guide and support you; for angels are God’s messengers. They always respond, as does God.
I have a recent story to tell about Michael and me and how connected we can be. It was a beautiful, glorious summer day as I walked toward the parking lot of a Family Dollar store in a neighborhood where I never shop. Suddenly, I encountered a scene swirling with violent vicious threats and invective all directed toward a gentleman bending over his bike to unlock it.
I stopped and asked him, “Are you okay?”
He said, ” I was just trying to be a good samaritan and helped a drunken man get up and into that van ahead of us.”
“Good for you!” I said.
The source of the abuse then directed her aim at me. “What did you say to him?!”
“None of your business.” I said.
“What did you say?!” She shot back at me.
Calmly and confidently I replied, “You do not know who you are talking to.” Then this massive, muscular woman who was more than twice my size and half my age raised her fists, shaking them at me, challenging me to a fight. Face contorted, eyes glaring at me, she yelled, “Wanna fight me? Come on! I dare you!”
I stared back at her, locking eyes with her and said, “Don’t you dare touch me!”
Seemingly out of nowhere, as this crazy, raging bully was about to lunge at me, a large, very upset, but headstrong woman in a purple gown-like dress swooped in between us (like a descending angel) spreading out her arms (or was it wings?!) to keep us apart. She had been standing by the van watching us and apparently knew the bully.
“Leave! Get out of here now!” she looked at me.
I then turned and walked briskly toward the entrance of the Family Dollar store, feeling grateful for the the woman in the purple flowing dress and for Archangel Michael, who had been and still was by my side. I had felt myself bathed in golden light for the duration of a very dangerous encounter. Michael’s light for me is golden.
Not once did I feel fear or doubt myself. Thus, I felt no need to summon Michael as I have done other times where courage and standing in truth and integrity were essential. This time felt like a divine intervention on his part. I like to think I was rescued while still being allowed to have the marvelous experience of feeling and knowing from a deep place within how powerful I really am — also how safe I am, how I am never alone and how I can trust.
On that chaotic, but truly glorious, summer day, Michael exemplified for me the role of all angels to support and protect humans, as well as to teach and assist us in our spiritual evolution toward greater balance, power and love.
Although I am eternally grateful for all the wisdom, love and guidance I have received from God’s angels, I feel the greatest gift any of us can give them is to follow their guidance and example.