I’d been raised in a diluted Christian tradition, which placed no emphasis on the dramatic presence of archangels. Now as I stood in that old bookshop that morning, gazing at the image of Michael aiming his mighty spear at the terrible beast pinned under his shoe, I knew that I’d found the right man for the job.

That night, my son was away at a sleepover. I got into bed and closed my eyes. It was time. The room was icy cold, and the whole house was twitchy and tense, as always. Not sure what to do next, I simply said a prayer to Archangel Michael, appealing for help. He instantly appeared in my mind’s eye as a tall, fiery figure. I actually felt his warmth fill the room and was immediately comforted by his presence.

I asked him to please help me get rid of the ghosts or entities that were in our house. As soon as I mentioned them, I saw—like a movie screen in my mind’s eye—a great number of shapes gathering in the darkness before me.

Archangel Michael stood in front of me, shielding me with his great wings and huge aura of burning white light. The souls that had gathered before him seemed calm in his presence. I then noticed that he was directing them to move off to the right, where a small opening of light was growing brighter.

It was as if a heavy stone was being rolled away from an entrance to the side of a mountain, and we were all watching from inside the cave as the glowing rays of the sun streamed in to warm us. The golden white light shining through that opening seemed to beckon to the huddled spirits inside. All I could do was watch as Archangel Michael directed them one by one to walk through that door into the brilliant sunshine.

As the line of shadowy souls moved toward and through the lighted doorway, more and more kept coming! This procession seemed to go on and on for a very long time, and although I felt myself drifting off to sleep, I fought to stay awake to see what would happen next.

The archangel must have sensed my fatigue. He commanded those who had not yet passed through the lighted door to go away for now and leave me in peace. And at his direction, they simply melted away. It seemed that Archangel Michael had opened up a portal for all those lost souls to move through so that they would no longer be restless and stuck in a place where they didn’t belong. And all this was done without any battle, in the most peaceful, compassionate way.

The energy in our house quickly settled down, and the archangel returned many times to usher these souls away into the light. Whenever he appeared, they seemed to come from miles around to stand in an orderly line and move into the light he’d provided for them. In time, Michael no longer needed to visit so regularly, and our house began to feel more like a home.

I was later told by a local that the land near the top of that hill had probably once been an ancient burial ground. And the house itself stood just a few blocks away from an existing cemetery dating back to the earliest settlers. Evidently, Archangel Michael had called out to a vast number of souls, including those who died centuries ago, to move into the light.

We had some very happy years in that house. Much later, after reviving the beautiful gardens and renovating the property with great care, I sold that house on the hill for a record price. And by this time, thanks to Michael’s work, small children could be heard playing happily in the neighborhood. Thank you, Archangel Michael!

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