Far, far away in a distant galaxy, in a time beyond time, an angel did walk alone. His name was Michael. A pretty boy he was called by other races of beings. But mingle he did and picked on he was. A pretty boy, with white wings, all perfect looking, he was made fun of. His father raised him according to certain values and virtues, and for these he was made fun of as well, challenged, called names, and the like.
But Michael stood by his father’s teachings and turned his cheek to many such tauntings. Michael saw the weak being exploited in many ways and vowed to seek out those in need of help and do what he could to defend and protect them. Michael took many beatings in those attempts, engaging those who preyed on the weak.
Michael would be seen walking with his head down, wings dragging the ground, contemplating how to help and stop the injustice. The name calling and taunts were endless with laughter, yet Michael kept his resolve to never resort to the wrong use of force. However, upon seeing the preying on of the weak, his head rose, his wings straightened, and he would place himself between the aggressor and the weak. When words of warning were not heeded, his grounding stance was displayed. He always took the first hit.
He took the first hit, and gave a warning. He took a second hit, and gave a second warning. He volleyed the third strike, with yet a third warning. It was then he would deliver an equal hit in return. If this still did not stop the aggression, he would continue to match the aggressor, engaging in a fight equal to that of the aggressor or aggressors. Michael took a beating and returned in kind, all the while learning their strengths and weaknesses. One blow of slightly above their average was enough to let them know that continuation would lead to futile results.
It was not easy for Michael, as the beatings and fights with virtues in mind to never misuse power were a long and arduous affair. However, over time, Michael became very good at defending the weak and repelling the wrong doers. One could say he learned martial arts and weaponry in the trenches. His virtues and values of protecting the weak were always at the forefront.
Micheal became not one to be made fun of but one to call on in need. Eventually, others asked to be trained by him. This was discussed amongst the angelics the question of whether to train other races of beings. This very question changed many things for many races of beings.
You see Michael may be an individual angel, but it is also a title. To become a Michael. It has been aeons of time since this has occurred, this decision to train other races in the angelic ways, and there are many Michaels out in the Multiverse now.
For families all need protection and the weak need protectors. One could say that the Michaels’ are the police force of the Multiverse. It is not one Michael walking around today, but many. The angelics have been inviting other races of beings into their family for a very long time now. For if there is a Michael protector, there is surely a Faith as well. Faith is another story all it’s own, of the same protective duties as a Michael.
Now, how many Archangel names are there? Imagine the need for duties of all kinds across the expanse of universes among universes. A title to be gifted, earned they all are. Races of beings offered to become an angelic. To help how they can. To protect their families and their people. To educate and learn. The angelics have granted this opportunity for a long time.
If one finds themself on earth today, guess what? You’re an angelic in training. Welcome to the family!
Zoltan Blue 