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A Day of Archangels

Today is the Feast Day of the Archangels!

September 29 traditionally was set aside as the Feast Day of St. Michael the Archangel. (The word “saint” simply means “holy.”) Then the Church made it the feast day of all the Archangels.

Three Angels are named in the Bible:

  1. Michael
  2. Gabriel: in Hebrew, the name means “God is my might”
  3. Raphael: in Hebrew, the name means “God has healed”

Notice that all three names end with “El” — which means God, in Hebrew. Thus, each Archangel’s name ending in “el” means they are “of God.”

Archangel Gabriel appears to Mary
The Annunciation by Sandro Botticelli, 1485

The word “angel,” in Greek is angelos; in Hebrew is malach; in Arabic is mala’ika — which all mean “messenger.”

Angels are incorporeal (bodiless) spiritual beings who act as intermediaries between God and humanity. Angels are defined by their function as messengers or message-bearers, although this function does not exhaust their activities because they were created by God to serve the supreme deity by fulfilling any and all tasks assigned to them.

In other words, being an angel or messenger simply denotes one of their functions, not their nature. St. Thomas Aquinas maintained that each angel is unique, a species unto itself — truly a mind-boggling idea.

Major philosophers — such as Thomas Aquinas, René Descartes, John Locke, and most recently, the American philosopher Mortimer Adler — have put forth compelling reasons for the existence of Angels. (For the conversion of Adler, a Jew, to the Catholic faith, see the moving account, “A Philosopher-Pagan Comes Home.)

Theologians maintain there is a hierarchy of Angels, due to the fact that in Genesis 3:24, Isaiah 6:1-7, Ezekiel 1, 10, Romans 8:38, Ephesians 1:21, 3:10, 6:12, Colossians 1:16, 2:10, 2:15, allusions are made to “seraphim,” “cherubim,” “thrones,” “dominions,” “mights,” “powers,” and “principalities” in the “heavenly places.”

Dionysius and St. Thomas Aquinas delineated three hierarchies of Angels, with each hierarchy comprised of three orders:

  • 1st hierarchy: Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones.
  • 2nd hierarchy: Dominions, Virtues, Powers.
  • 3rd hierarchy: Principalities, Archangels, Angels.

Of the nine angelic orders, five are sent by God for external ministry among bodily creatures, as indicated by their names of Virtues, Powers, Principalities, Archangels, and Angels—all of which refer to some kind of administrative or executive office. Of these five orders, only the last three minister to human beings, which suggests Virtues and Powers minister to other bodily creatures, including all the non-human animals whom St. Bonaventure called “creatures without sin”!

  • Principalities are in charge of the whole of humanity.
  • Archangels minister to nations — their leaders and those persons whom God tasks with special work to do on Earth.
  • Angels, the last order, are God’s messengers to and guardians of individual human beings.

The name “Lucifer” means “Morning Star,” “Son of the Dawn,” or “Light Carrier.” For that reason, theologians believe that Lucifer was a high-order Angel, most likely the highest order — a Seraphim. Aquinas thought him to be “probably the highest of all the angels.” But Lucifer admires and loves himself more than his Creator and thinks himself to be “as God.” And so, swollen with narcissism and grandiosity, Lucifer rebelled, taking a third of the angelic beings with him.

StMichaelTheArchangelBut, a lower-order Angel, full of courage and love of God, rallied together two-thirds of the angelic ranks against the apostates, in the First War that began the enduring conflict between good and evil:

Then war broke out in heaven; Michael and his angels battled against the dragon. The dragon and its angels fought back, but they did not prevail and there was no longer any place for them in heaven. The huge dragon, the ancient serpent, who is called the Devil and Satan, who deceived the whole world, was thrown down to earth, and its angels were thrown down with it. (Revelation 12:7-9)

That braveheart’s name is Micha-el, which means “Who is like God?”

I like to think “Who is like God?” is Micha-el‘s battle cry . . . .

St. Michael the Archangel is believed to be the captain or prince of the heavenly armies and the most beloved of all the Angels. He is mentioned in Daniel 10:13,31; 12:1 (where he is said to be the prince of the people of Israel); in Jude 9 (where he is said to have disputed with the devil about the body of Moses); and in Revelation 12:7 (where he is said to have led the heavenly armies against those of the great dragon).

Described in Revelation 10:1 as a “mighty angel…with a halo around his head; his face was like the sun and his feet were like pillars of fire,” St. Michael is generally portrayed by artists as wearing full armor and carrying a sword or lance, with his foot on the neck of a dragon. (Pictures of the martyred St. George are often similar, but only Micha-el has wings.)

michaelfrMichael has four main titles or offices. He is:

  • Patron of the Chosen People in the Old Testament.
  • Patron saint and defender of the Church.
  • The Angel of death, who assists Jesus in the final judgment (thus, Michael is sometimes depicted with a scale).
  • Leading the good angels against the fallen angels or demons. For that reason, Christians consider St. Michael the most powerful defender of God’s people against evil. As such, Michael is also the patron saint of soldiers and policemen. (For the Prayer to St. Michael, go here.)

All of which is why St. Michael the Archangel — the Braveheart of Angels — is my most favorite saint, whom I admire and love with all my heart. He is my captain. As you can see from this blog’s masthead, he is also the protector of Fellowship of the Minds.

Happy Feast Day, St. Michael, St. Gabriel, St. Raphael!

Thank you for inspiring us with your humility, courage, goodness, and love for God.

Thank you, God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, for creating the marvelous Angels!


For a fascinating account of one man’s experience with the Archangel Michael, click here. Check out FOTM’s other saints and angels posts, here!


  1. Mortimer J. Adler, The Angels and Us (New York: Macmillan, 1982).
  2. Matthew Bunson, Angels A to Z: A Who’s Who of the Heavenly Host (New York: Three Rivers Press, 1996), pp. 181-184.
  3. Michael H. Brown, Prayer of the Warrior (Goleta, CA: Queenship Publishing Co., 1993), p. 34.
  4. René Descartes, Meditations On First Philosophy, trans. by Donald A. Cress (Indianapolis & Cambridge: Hackett Publishing Company, Inc., 1979).
  5. John Locke, An Essay Concerning Human Understanding, edited with an introduction by A. D. Woozley (Cleveland & New York: Meridian Books, 1968),
  6. Summa Theologica of St. Thomas Aquinas, Volume One(New York: Benziger Brothers, 1947).

Detroit goes to the devil

Detroit is the most populous city in Michigan — the Detroit metropolitan region holds roughly one-half of the state’s population. According to the 2010 census, 82.7% of Detroit’s population are Black.

With a murder rate of 43.4 per 100,000 in 2014, Detroit has the highest murder rate of any U.S. city, accounting for nearly two-thirds of all murders in the state of Michigan in 2011.

On July 18, 2013, the city filed for bankruptcy — the largest municipal bankruptcy case in U.S. history. Less than 5 months later on Dec. 3, 2013, citing Detroit’s $18.5 billion debt, Judge Steven W. Rhodes of the Bankruptcy Court for the Eastern District of Michigan declared the city to be bankrupt.

One sign of Detroit’s decrepitude are the 80,000 decaying vacant buildings that the bankrupt city can’t afford to tear down. The larger buildings can cost more than $10,000 each to demolish.

As if the city doesn’t have enough problems already, on July 25, 2015, Detroit welcomed the installation of a 9 ft. statue of the devil.

Detroit satan statue

As reported by ABC News, the “largest public satanic ceremony in history” took place Saturday in Detroit when the Boston-based Satanic Temple organization unveiled a nearly 9-foot tall bronze statue of a goat-headed Baphomet in a private ceremony attended by 600 ticket holders.

Tickets for the event were $25 each and the location was revealed only to ticket-holders.

The event served “as a call-to-arms from which we’ll kick off our largest fight to date in the name of individual rights to free exercise against self-serving theocrats,” according to the invitation.

satanists eagerly awaiting the unveiling of baphomet, Detroit, July 25, 2015

Satanists waiting for unveiling of Baphomet statue, Detroit, July 25, 2015

The statue was originally planned to sit at the Oklahoma state capitol, but the state’s supreme court banned all religious displays there, including the Ten Commandments. The statue was created through $28,180 fund-raised by 1,041 people on Indiegogo.com last year.

Detroit has the largest and oldest chapter of the Satanic Temple. 

Satanist Jex Backmore

Satanist Jex Backmore

Lucien Greaves, co-founder of the national Satanic Temple organization, said the Detroit chapter has more than 200 registered members. Graves credits the Detroit chapter’s founder Jex Blackmore with the growth of the chapter since it was established there in August 2014.

Greaves said there are 20 Satanic Temple chapters across the country with about 20,000 members as a whole.

The Satanic Temple now plans to erect a Baphomet statue outside Arkansas’ statehouse, where a Ten Commandments monument also is planned.

Meanwhile, on the same day of the satanic unveiling, several hundred Christians protested by attending a Mass at Detroit’s St. Joseph Catholic Church. (AP)

Photo by Todd McInturf/Detroit News

Photo by Todd McInturf/Detroit News

Now I know why Detroit is bankrupt and will remain in dire straits . . . .

St. Michael the Archangel, help us!

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Depraved nacho parties

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Homosexuals are hell bent on destroying traditional marriage and traditional language use.

They’ve already contaminated the word “gay.” Here’s another example.

WARNING: Mind Bleach & Foul Language Alert!

FOTM reader, Greg of k2globalcommunications, was wandering on the Internet and chanced upon this definition of “nacho party” in Urban Dictionary:

nacho party

A sexual act in which a large number of men ejaculate into another man’s stretched-out asshole, and then eat nacho chips using their semen as dip.

The definition was provided by someone who calls himself “Abhoration,” who also provided this example of a sentence containing the expression “nacho party”:

Dude those chips at last night’s nacho party were fucking delicious!

There is only one word for this depravity:


God help us.

“Finally, draw your strength from the Lord and from his mighty power. Put on the armor of God so that you may be able to stand firm against the tactics of the devil. For our struggle is not with flesh and blood but with the principalities, with the powers, with the world rulers of this present darkness, with the evil spirits in the heavens. Therefore, put on the armor of God, that you may be able to resist on the evil day and, having done everything, to hold your ground. So stand fast with your loins girded in truth, clothed with righteousness as a breastplate, and your feet shod in readiness for the gospel of peace. In all circumstances, hold faith as a shield, to quench all the flaming arrows of the evil one.” St. Paul’s Letter to the Ephesians 6:10-16

See also:

Go to “Wednesday Funny: Strange cat sleeping positions” for a mind cleanser!


A soldier’s encounter with Michael the Archangel

There’s a shroud of darkness over America.

Here’s a reminder of light . . . .


In the Korean War (1950-53), a U.S. Marine named Michael had an encounter with his namesake and patron saint, to whom he had prayed every day
since his youth for protection. Below is a revised (for literary effect) version of soldier Michael’s letter to his mother, which was verified by the Marine Chaplain. (Source: Opus Sanctorum Angelorum: Angel Stories)

My company and I went out on patrol on a foggy wintry day.

A new soldier had joined our group and was marching alongside me.

I turned to him and said, “I have never seen you before. I thought I knew every man in the outfit.”

The new soldier replied, “I just joined at the last minute. My name is Michael.”

“Is that so?” I said, surprised. “That’s my name, too!”

“I know,” he said. “Michael, Michael, of the morning….”

Those are the beginning words of my daily prayer to St. Michael, my patron saint  as well as the patron saint of soldiers and police officers. How could this new soldier know my name, much less recite this same prayer? Still, I thought to myself, I had taught the prayer to the other soldiers. Perhaps, this was how the soldier knows it.

We walked in silence for a time. Suddenly, the new soldier Michael warned: “We are going to have some trouble up ahead.”

In the fog, Michael and I got separated from our company. Then, it began to snow. Later the fog lifted, the snow stopped and the sun came out. We walked over a little hill, and there were seven North Korean soldiers waiting for us with raised rifles 30-40 yards away.

I shouted, “Get down!” and threw myself on the ground just as the enemy soldiers began firing. But Michael just stood there, although he should have been killed instantly.

I got up to push Michael to the ground, but received a bullet to the chest.

I felt Michael’s strong arms around me. As he was laying me on the ground, I looked up and saw, not the new soldier, but St. Michael standing there in a blaze of glory, his face shining like the sun. He had a sword in his hand that flashed with a million lights!

That was the last thing I saw before I passed out.

When I awoke, I was surrounded by my company, who were attending to my wound.

I asked them, “Where is Michael?”

But nobody had seen this new soldier, Michael. Moreover, my sergeant said he had seen me walking alone. They wanted to know how I’d done it — how I had managed to kill all seven of the enemy troops without firing a shot.

You see, the seven North Korean troops had all been dispatched with the stroke of a sword.

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To read more about St. Michael, see “A Day of Archangels.”

See also these other angelic encounters:


Sunday Devotional: Maranatha!

The word Maranatha (either maranâ thâ’ or maran ‘athâ’ ) is a two-word Aramaic formula, the language spoken by our Lord Jesus Christ. The word occurs only once in the New Testament, 1Cor 16:22, and in the Didache, which is part of the Apostolic Fathers’ collection. Maranatha is translated as either “Our Lord has come” or the anticipatory “Come, Lord Jesus!”.

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2 Peter 3:8, 10

[W]ith the Lord one day is like a thousand years
and a thousand years like one day….
But the day of the Lord will come like a thief,
and then the heavens will pass away with a mighty roar
and the elements will be dissolved by fire,
and the earth and everything done on it will be found out.

Jesus with angels

Isaiah 40:3-5

A voice cries out:
In the desert prepare the way of the Lord!
Make straight in the wasteland a highway for our God!
Every valley shall be filled in,
every mountain and hill shall be made low;
the rugged land shall be made a plain,
the rough country, a broad valley.
Then the glory of the Lord shall be revealed,
and all people shall see it together;
for the mouth of the Lord has spoken.

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2 Peter 3:9, 11-14

The Lord does not delay his promise, as some regard “delay,”
but he is patient with you,
not wishing that any should perish
but that all should come to repentance.

Since everything is to be dissolved in this way,
what sort of persons ought you to be,
conducting yourselves in holiness and devotion,
waiting for and hastening the coming of the day of God,
because of which the heavens will be dissolved in flames
and the elements melted by fire.
But according to his promise
we await new heavens and a new earth
in which righteousness dwells.
Therefore, beloved, since you await these things,
be eager to be found without spot or blemish before him, at peace.

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And on that day . . . .

Psalm 85:11-12

Kindness and truth shall meet;
justice and peace shall kiss.
Truth shall spring out of the earth,
and justice shall look down from heaven.

Note: In Jewish tradition, St. Michael the Archangel is believed to be the author of Psalm 85.

Peace and Love of our Lord be with you!


Marine’s near-death experience of Hell

No doubt you’ve all read about near-death experiences (NDE).

Only a minority of NDEs are hellish, including Bill Clinton’s in September 2004 when he had a quadruple bypass surgery, wherein he found himself in a dark hellish place; only the faces of Chelsea and Hillary brought him solace. As he recounted in an interview on ABC’s Primetime Live: “I saw, like, dark masks crushing, like, death masks being crushed, in series, and then I’d see these great circles of light and then, like, Hillary’s picture or Chelsea’s face would appear on the light, and then they’d fly off into the dark.”

Most NDE accounts that I’ve read, however, are of Heaven and of encounters with the divine in the form of the purest, most brilliant (but not blinding) light. From those accounts, it would seem that Heaven is the destiny for most of us.

That is not so, according to a U.S. Marine from Louisiana named Shawn Weed who had a frightening 8-minute NDE of a terrible place — the vestibule to Hell.

Below is his account as transcribed and summarized by Michael Brown of Spirit Daily, followed by Weed’s 1+hour-long video.

Shawn Weed with his military ID card

Shawn Weed with his military ID card


To recount: on a break from the Marines and relaxing (“chilling”) with two Marine buddies (one a corporal, the other an S-2 intelligence agent), Weed and his friends were goofing around taking pictures of a noose that was placed over his neck when — caught from behind by one of the men, who thought it would be even funnier to tighten the noose a bit — Weed was suddenly unable to inhale, unbeknown to his colleagues, who had snapped a few photographs of the “gag” and thought Weed was prolonging the stunt.

He was anything but.

Weed found himself unable to breathe. Desperate, the Marine had tried to loosen the noose strangling him. That proved impossible. Suddenly, he found himself there in the room, but in an entirely new way, now staring at his own body in the same room as his Marine buddies, who took an appallingly long while to notice that he was unconscious and in trouble. His spirit had left his body.

With equal suddenness, Weed next found himself out of the room and in a totally unfamiliar otherworldly place with darkness so thick and solid black it nearly had a texture: a vast region or plane that seemed to have no ground or floor, and yet with something that he was standing on, like air but hard, a place he didn’t recognize at all: no light, no wind, no sound, standing on nothing, as if in a giant warehouse. The only light was a dim light coming from his own form. He felt stuck despite trying to stride forward to find an exit. “I had no clue,” he says, “where I was.”

“I began to realize that I was standing in-between two parallel planes that stretch on forever and there’s no walls, there’s no doors, there’s no windows, I’m trapped in between these two parallel planes, and there’s no way out.

“From that point I became very scared but before I could even think of another thought I was snatched off of my feet by a very, very large demon. And of course for me, I didn’t know what had happened. It was like getting hit by a truck and having no clue that it was ever coming. This thing had come upon me so fast and caught me with such complete surprise and was so big, I can’t possibly begin to describe what it feels like to be in the grips of something that big.

“I had this shooting pain from my head to my feet, like a bolt of electricity but not stopping. And I had this pounding sensation, this hurting, pounding sensation from my left shoulder and I saw these fingers that came down to roughly to the bottom of my chest. The depth of its hands went from the side of my neck the breadth of my shoulder. That was the width of its hand. The color of its skin was black and red. I don’t know if it was red with black shadows moving across it or red with a black oily substance like a cloud moving beneath the skin so it makes it have a perception of moving while standing still, like the sky with clouds moving. I was watching these giant red fingers with blackness moving through them and this thing was crushing my left shoulder.”

“This thing had me and was just smiling at me, waiting for me to look at it. When I looked over my shoulder, this thing was grotesque. It sounds even more crazy, but it was like thirteen feet tall. Anything you want to know in this place you can ask it in your mind and the answer is given to you and when I thought how big it was, ‘thirteen feet’ came to me. All I know it was huge, ripped through with muscles. No hair, no beard. Just completely hairless and humanoid in shape — two legs, two arms, one mouth, one nose, two ears. The differences were this: where our eyes are white, its were yellow, and where our irises are green or blue or brown, its irises were gold and diamond-shaped like a snake’s. It had a really wide flat nose and gleaming white teeth, perfectly shaped like a human’s. The only thing strange about the teeth is where we have the canines, it had two tusks coming out of its mouth like a boar, a wild pig.

“The thing picked me up like I weighed nothing to it. And it was taking me along for a ride. I only looked at its face for a second. That’s all it took. As a man, I’m not afraid of any other man on the face of this earth. I will fight any man, I don’t care how much bigger they are than me. But this thing? There was no fighting it. It was far too big. It was like it weighed three or four thousand pounds. You could take one of me and put another on top of me and you still wouldn’t be as tall. This thing had me by the shoulder and was moving at a very fast velocity. It felt like a hundred miles an hour and it had complete control. There was nothing, nothing at all, I could do to get away. I had seen that face for only a second and it was enough to scare me. I’m pretty sure it would scare anyone.”

All hope drained from Weed. It seemed like it was all over. “I think that the strength of hope is with God and without God and any hope you don’t really have a reason to live and to fight and you don’t have any strength whatsoever,” he says in the video (which you can view below). “Without hope you don’t have strength. After hope left me, and it was taking me wherever it wanted to take me.” The thought came to him that they were headed from the “outer darkness” (what he later wondered is what the Bible calls “Abraham’s bosom”) toward the fiery part (the “fire and brimstone”) of hell.

This confused Weed.

He was no saint. He was indifferent (or what the Bible says about being “lukewarm”). He “drank like a fish,” many nights, and smoked some cigarettes; slept around. Who knows what else.

But he didn’t consider himself a “bad” person. He was no murderer. He’d never molested a child. He occasionally went to church.

And so he found it “mortally appalling” that he was “being taken to hell” — by a towering demon.

Sounds preposterous, until you watch and listen to Weed tell it.

Fantasy? Like a comic book drama?

If so, it’s one that makes this tough-looking Marine weep at several junctures.

That crying begins when he describes (starting around 52 minutes into the video) how he was rescued — by an angel.

“I was just an average guy,” he said. “I never pictured myself as bad.” As he thought of such things he saw a pinprick of light.

“As I was thinking this to myself — that I’m not such a bad guy — that’s when that light appeared,” he says, “and I looked up at it — like a star far off in the night sky, something so tiny and insignificant and far away that it couldn’t possibly help me.

“Then it moved off to the left a little bit and went back to the right. It moved and I wondered, ‘What is that?’ and I began focusing on it and it came rushing at me like — the only way I could describe it — the speed of this thing was like a bolt of lightning.

“It came at me so fast that one second it was just a tiny little star in the night sky and the next there was blinding white light and his hand was reaching down to me and it was an angel [here he begins to weep].


“My hand just reached up and grabbed this hand, my reflex was just to grab this hand. And as soon as I touched this hand all three of us were motionless and standing on this ground that you can’t see.

“This beast, this demon, still had me by the shoulder and instinctively I knew to stand still because I knew if I moved it would have ripped my shoulder and arm off and beaten me with it. It was just that massively strong. There was something in me telling me, ‘Don’t move. Don’t move.’

“I was just standing there looking up at this angel and this angel was like nine feet six inches tall and had brown wavy hair pushed to the back and had olive-colored skin, it wasn’t really white, it wasn’t really black, it was somewhere in between, but the light that was emanating from within it was so bright white that it practically overshadowed the color of its skin.

“I say ‘it’ because it wasn’t really a ‘he’ or a ‘she’ although the body was shaped like a ‘he,’ like a male, and when you looked at its face it’s like the most handsome man you have ever seen combined with the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. I mean, when you look at this angel, you think, ‘Wow, he is beautiful.’ I know this is a funny thing to say. In the vernacular, a man is ‘handsome’ and a woman is ‘beautiful.’

“But this angel was just beautiful.

“Its eyes were blue — I mean perfect blue. If someone took a piece of the sky and put it in its eyes, or a cup from the ocean, and put it in its eyes, there were no flaws in them. Just perfect. Just beautiful.

“He was shaped like a man with a chest and strong arms and an Adam’s apple, a strong man, more like a fitness-trainer strong, not body-builder strong like the demon with muscles popping from where they shouldn’t be. But you can tell this angel was there to fight and he had on a white robe cut in a v-neck in the front and gold along the edge of his collar like embroidered and this robe was kind of like a white Roman tunic that came just before below his knees and elbows and I was just blown away by it.

“I’m looking up at it and blown away by its brightness and beauty and at the same time frozen in place and you could feel [the] anger [from the demon] like heat and it looked around to see what had stopped it: It turned around and was ready to fight, make no mistake; this demon was ready to get down in the worst way — but as it whipped around, this angel — its speed was just incredible and it just rushed forward and with open palm hit this demon and had to angle its arm upwards at about the height of its head to hit this demon in the chest and it hit this demon with such power — I can’t describe the fierceness of it, the power of this thing. It hit this demon with such force that its hand was literally ripped from my shoulder and it had no clue what had hit him.

“By the time it turned its head it was already hit.

“And this demon was hit with such force that it literally folded up and flew backwards.”

The angel, allegedly, according to the Marine, then called Weed by a “long” mystical name.

“It called me this name to let me know more or less that I still had a chance to make it into Heaven, that I had a heavenly name, and that I squandered it, I wasted it, and if this had been my ultimate time, that’s where I would have stayed. When he called me this long name, it was a feeling of ‘home.'”

The name was just as quickly removed from his memory.

“It looked at me and it began to speak at me and its voice was like a waterfall. If a waterfall could speak, like a rushing sound. I understood it was converting my understanding to understanding its language. It didn’t descend down to my broken language of English. It elevated me up to understand its language and he looked at me and said, ‘Hello, my name is Michael’ [Weed weeps again].’ I immediately knew this was the Archangel of the Bible.”

The demon was trying to get back, claims Weed, and the angel “gave me a saddened look and he said, ‘Your time has not yet come. It’s time for you to go.'”

Immediately the Marine was back in his body, as immediately as he had left. Shawn opened his eyes; he came back to “life”; there he was, back in the room with his friends; lying on the sofa they had placed him on; he said it took twenty minutes to recover use of his body, as they tried to revive him (successfully, happily).

Weed’s message:

Devote life to God as much as you possibly can.

It’s not enough to say you believe. You must believe.

It’s not enough to not be a killer, or an abuser.

You must be holy.

“If that makes a Bible-thumping Christian, so be it,” says the Marine. “I’d rather be a Bible-thumping Christian than in the ‘middle,’ because I know where that gets you (Revelation 3:20). We don’t realize the reality of the place. I was at the doorstep of hell. I know for certain that it does exist because that’s where [before Michael] it was taking me.”


Satanists to hold “Black Mass” in Oklahoma City

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Nearly 2 months ago, a Harvard University student group, Cultural Studies Club, canceled their plan to hold a satanic Black Mass in a popular college bar after a huge public outcry and a peaceful protest by Catholics, with Eucharistic processions and holy hours.

According to Encyclopedia Britannica, in common usage the term “black mass” refers to “a blasphemous and usually obscene burlesque of the true [Roman Catholic] mass performed by satanic cults. The naked back of a woman often serves as an altar, and a validly consecrated host is generally used to intensify the mockery. The rite commonly incorporates other elements of satanic magic such as philtres [magic potion] or abortifacients.”

But like their master who never sleeps, the satanists are at it again, this time in Oklahoma City, the same beleaguered city wherein satanists want to build a 7 ft. tall statue of Satan next to the Ten Commandments outside the state capitol building.

John Burger reports for Aleteia that a satanic “church” in Oklahoma City called Dakhma of Angra Mainyu is planning a public “Black Mass” for Sept. 21, 2014, according to the Oklahoma City Civic Center website. Tickets went on sale beginning July 2.

The website announces: “The Black Mass has been a feared ritual, and now it’s being brought into the light! This will be not only enlightening but educational as well. This Black Mass will [be] conducted for the public to attend with certain adaptations to allow for a legal celebration.”

Adam Daniels, head of Dakhma of Angra Mainyu, said in an interview, “We’re trying to bring about tolerance for our religious freedom for the satanic religion. We have a legally-filed church…and bringing out the black mass as one of the rituals of satanism to educate the public.”

In a follow-up by email, Daniels said the event for September is meant as “a defiant act to show the Catholics that Satanism will stand up and fight for our religious rights.” He declined to say how many people belong to the church but said that it has previously organized public demonstrations of a “satanic exorcism” and a ritural called “The Apostasy of Jesus Christ.”

In a statementOklahoma City Archbishop Paul Coakley calls on community leaders to reconsider whether it is an appropriate use of public space:

“For more than 1 billion Catholics worldwide and more than 200,000 Catholics in Oklahoma, the Mass is the most sacred of religious rituals. It is the center of Catholic worship and celebrates Jesus Christ’s redemption of the world by his death and resurrection. In particular, the Eucharist—which we believe to be the body, blood, soul and divinity of Jesus Christ – is the source and summit of our faith. That’s why we’re astonished and grieved that the Civic Center would promote as entertainment and sell tickets for an event that is very transparently a blasphemous mockery of the Mass. The ‘Black Mass’ that is scheduled for the Civic Center in September is a satanic inversion and distortion of the most sacred beliefs not only of Catholics, but of all Christians. We trust that community leaders—and, in particular, the board members of the Oklahoma City Civic Center—do not actually wish to enable or encourage such a flagrantly inflammatory event and can surely remedy this situation.”

Jim Brown, general manager of the Oklahoma City Civic Center, said that, as a public facility, the U.S. Constitution requires them to book to all-comers, as long as they don’t do anything illegal: “We’ve had groups like this for several years; they book at our facility. Since we’re a City of Oklahoma facility we’re required to abide by all First Amendment rights to the Constitution, which doesn’t allow us to turn away any productions…. As a public facility, we’re required to rent to organizations and individuals as long as they abide by our policies and procedures.”

Brown said that this will be the fourth time the satanic group performs at the Civic Center but has always gone by different names. “This time it’s called Daghma of Angra Mainyu.”

Reminded that such an event is offensive to Catholics and Orthodox Christians, and asked if the Civic Center would treat a group such as the Ku Klux Klan in a similar manner, Brown commented, “As long as all laws and ordinances are abided by, we are required to book events, because that’s what we do.”

He added that the event will be held in the Civic Center’s smallest space, which has a maximum capacity of 92. “Prior, we’ve never had  anywhere close to that number of people attend,” Brown said.

The group approached Civic Center management April 27, around the time the public was learning of plans for a similar event at Harvard University. That black mass was being organized by the Satanic Temple of New York City, which also submitted plans to Oklahoma City for a public monument of a seated Satan, to counter a monument of the Ten Commandments.

Brown said that the Civic Center has already been contacted by a protest group: “When you have an event that isn’t viewed by the public in a positive light, we do get responses and we encourage people to contact us because we think the best-informed public is the best way to make decisions on it. It’s just one of those circumstances where our legal specifically states that we have to book events if they abide by laws and ordinances.”

Archbishop Coakley calls on Catholics to pray for a “renewed sense of the sacred and, in particular, to pray that the Lord might change the hearts and minds of the organizers of this event.” He said that if the Oklahoma City event moves forward, Catholics in town would consider peaceful, prayerful and respectful options “to demonstrate our opposition to this publicly supported sacrilegious act.”

Meanwhile, William Peter Blatty, author of The Exorcist, made a trenchant observation in an interview that there is an “increased Satanic cult activity throughout the world” which “makes one wistfully yearn for the Mayan calendar prediction to have been correct.”

Still think there are no satanists in America? I took these screenshots from an Infowars video of satanists who turned out last May in opposition to the peaceful protest by Catholics against the planned “Black Mass” at Harvard.


~Eowyn St. Mike gravatar