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musingmelsuinesmelancholy · 7 months

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Some things I’ve been thinking about. At times being an American trad witch is incredibly frustrating and at others it’s absolutely exhilarating, rewarding. Reconnecting with my ancestral ( primarily french and scottish ) lore, magical practices, witchcraft etc has and will continue to inform my practice but I’ll never be a “french” witch. I’ll never be a “scottish” witch. I can find a lone hawthorn or a sacred tree guarding a hidden spring to tie the cloutie to, I can divine via a snail’s mucus trail, Fly to the Sabbath to meet The Abbess, heed the Dame Blanches, pluck the golden bloom with songs to St Columba, safeguard me and mine via silver, spring water and juniper. Yet there’s many things I’ll never know or be able to do. Whether that’s because these things are so tied to the land or a specific place, language barriers, ( working to overcome this one ) or due to the ( well warranted) gate keeping of lore and practices.

This used to be a source of great confusion for me. I think because I was afraid( due to my previous new age fuckwittery ) to experiment, do anything other than what I understood as “traditional”. My understanding being too rigid at the time; the pendulum swung from one end of the spectrum to the other. This delayed my progress and “froze” me. I was left wondering what an “American” trad craft would look like; most our books do come from a European POV. Learning of our own magical traditions as well as those of my Canadian family ( still working on that one haha ) helped. Reading Robin Kimmere helped. Reading Schulke, him being an American and writing on American plants, helped too. I’ve come to know Sugar Maple and Plantain as powerful spirits. Both teaching important lessons on how to rectify my ancestors mistakes, to foster relations with the First Peoples and how to incorporate the magic of this land into my craft. Rather than being frustrated by my being American I see it as a challenge now. I get to explore spirits, plants, places, animals, spiritual/physical ecologies ( is even really a difference between these?) completely unknown to my ancestors. I get to reconcile the old and the new. To learn from Spirit Direct. Tradition isn’t the worship of ashes, it’s the preservation of Fire. New wood must be added to keep The Fire burning. The Devil of this land certainly is a spirit of the unknown.

I am the land, the land is me.

I don’t own it, to it I owe all.

To it my body will return, the tithe paid.

I’m not rolling hills of heather, white chalk cliffs, the monk’s island nor the azure coast. The memories of these places echo distantly in my blood, sung alive by my ancestors shades. Part of me they’ll always be; yet it’s not who I am. Not what I am.

I’m craggy shores, dull-jade waves bearing down upon the tired rocks. I am musky pine forests veiled in mist. Sun-venerating oaks hugging the shoreline. Bleeding alders in damp ground swelling. Proud maples sustaining generation upon generation with their boiled blood. Death-grey clay, exposed by running spring.

I am the kudzu, the itching moth, the knotweed, the Norway maple, the ivy wrecking havoc upon the land. My surname and light skin proof of a genocide ongoing. I am my ancestors sins; the specter of the Old Growth forests, their grief hanging over the land like a fog. Every interaction with The Land tinged with sadness, loss.

I am my maternal side’s copper curls. Melusine’s pride. Ave Landry! Ave Gauthier! Forebears mine.

I am my paternal side’s grief. The end result of decades of cultural warfare. The Jesuits stole our name….my hair will not be cut.

Never will I libate these glacier carved valleys with booze.

I am the plantain, learning a kinder way. The sumac reclaiming the orchard.

My Februarys, my Marches aren’t snow drops and daffodils peaking through the frozen ground. They’re steely skies and walls of sleet. Bloodroot heralds winters wane; not Brigid’s flower.

My June isn’t fields of poppies, it’s seas of crimson staghorn blooms skyward reaching.

My augusts aren’t golden shafts of wheat, swaying in summer’s last breaths; they’re explosions of neon-violet and honey-yellow. Corn ripening on the vine, supporting the climbing bean. The cicadas song reverberating.

Old Michaelmas marks harvest’s end, October potatoes long buried in soils darkness finally exhumed. The Devil his Rosy Briar to ascend and plunge.

With Novembers first snows the Dead come in.

I’ll never process around a standing stone nor know what it is to live and eat off the land my dead lay in. Finally, I’m learning to be at peace with this. To love and know the land I live on. I’ll always be a stranger here, a guest. I hope to be a good one.

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mercurialkitty · 7 months

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May your Michaelmas be filled with happy endings!

Happy birthday to Adam Milligan, born on the feast day of the archangel Michael, who is his grumpy boyfriend. 🎂🎉😘

#midam #michaelmas #september 29

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despexco · 7 months

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Happy Midam Day everyone! Happy birthday to Adam and happy feastday to Michael!

I’m excited to celebrate Michaelmas this year by making myself a fun little meal, rewatching the Midam episode, and reading a few fanfics.

It also happens to be national coffee day in the US and a few places are offering free coffee. I’m going to pretend it’s in honor of the best ship on Supernatural.

#michael spn #adam milligan #Midam day!!!!#michaelmas #to be fair I don’t think it’s completely unhinged to pretend national coffee day is for Midam #it was Michaelmas first #so at the very least coffee day is in honor of the Archangel Michael

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itsstreetlove · 2 years

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Michaelmas

Today is the feast day of St Michael and All Angels. This is one of the angels in my garden.

September ~ 2022

#photographers on tumblr #original photographers #michaelmas

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cruger2984 · 2 years

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THE DESCRIPTION OF THE THREE ARCHANGELS Feast Days: September 29, March 24 (St. Gabriel's traditional feast), May 8 (St. Michael's apparition at Monte Gargano), October 24 (St. Raphael's traditional feast)

"Do you believe because I told you that I saw you under the fig tree? You will see greater things than this. And he said to him, 'Amen, amen, I say to you, you will see heaven opened, and the angels of God ascending and descending on the Son of Man!'" -John 1:47-51

St. Michael. St. Gabriel. St. Raphael. These are the Three Archangels that is been mentioned in the Holy Scriptures, and they are honored by the Roman Catholic Church.

The archangels are spiritual beings of the highest rank created by God before the beginning of the world. They have no material body and are immortal. Their name is given according to the mission have received from God. The word archangel is only used twice in the New Testament: In the 4th chapter of Paul's first letter to the Thessalonians and the Epistle of Jude.

The archangel Michael, whose name means 'who is like God (or Quis ut Deus?)', was assigned to fight the devil. He was appointed to cast Lucifer out of Paradise, for challenging the sovereignty of God, as according to the Book of Revelation: 'Then war broke out in heaven; Michael and his angels battled against the dragon. The dragon and his angels fought back, but they did not prevail and there was no longer any place for them in heaven.'

Michael helps us in the daily struggle against Satan, who will be defeated in the Apocalyptic war at the end times.

In Roman Catholic teachings, Saint Michael has four main roles or offices. His first role is the leader of the Army of God and the leader of heaven's forces in their triumph over the powers of hell. He is viewed as the angelic model for the virtues of the spiritual warrior, with the conflict against evil at times viewed as the battle within. The second and third roles of Michael in Catholic teachings deal with death. In his second role, Michael is the angel of death, carrying the souls of all the deceased to heaven. In this role Michael descends at the hour of death, and gives each soul the chance to redeem itself before passing; thus consternating the devil and his minions. Catholic prayers often refer to this role of Michael. In his third role, he weighs souls on his perfectly balanced scales. For this reason, Michael is often depicted holding scales. In his fourth role, Saint Michael, the special patron of the Chosen People in the Old Testament, is also the guardian of the Church. Roman Catholicism includes traditions such as the Prayer to Saint Michael, which specifically asks for the faithful to be 'defended' by the saint, and the Chaplet of Saint Michael consists of nine salutations, one for each choir of angels.

The archangel Gabriel, whose name means 'God is my strength or hero of God', received the mission to proclaim God's almighty power. He was sent to announce the birth of Jesus to the Blessed Virgin Mary. In the Gospel of Luke, when Mary objected that she was still virgin, Gabriel replied: 'Nothing is impossible from God.'

Gabriel has the power to assist us in the most desperate cases, and to protect those who announce the Good News. It is said that Gabriel is the destroyer of the sinful city of Sodom.

It is said that Gabriel played some important roles: he taught Moses in the wilderness to write the Book of Genesis, the revealing of the coming of the Savior to Daniel, his appearance to Joachim and Anne the birth of Mary, and the appearance to Zechariah to announce the birth of John the Baptist.

In the Gospel of Matthew, Gabriel may have been the unnamed angel, who appeared to St. Joseph in his sleep and instructed Joseph not to divorce Mary quietly, and explained that Mary’s child was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and that He would be named Emmanuel, which means God is with us. And in the Gospel of Luke, Gabriel may have been the angel who appeared to the Lord Jesus himself, in the Garden of Gethsemane before His Passion, to strengthen him.

The archangel Raphael, whose name means 'God has healed', was appointed to cure the sickness of the spirit and of the body, and appeared in the Book of Tobit, and is also identified as the angel who moved the waters of the healing sheep pool.

After getting blinded, God hears both Tobit and Sarah's prayers and Raphael is sent to help them. Tobias is sent to recover money from a relative, and Raphael, in human disguise, offers to accompany him. On the way they catch a fish in the Tigris, and Raphael tells Tobias that the burnt heart and liver can drive out demons and the gall can cure blindness. They arrive in Ecbatana and meet Sarah, and as Raphael has predicted the demon, named Asmodeus, is driven out. Tobias and Sarah are married, Tobias grows wealthy, and they return to Nineveh (Assyria) where Tobit and Anna await them. After revealing his true identity, he said to him: 'I am Raphael, one of the seven angels who enter and serve before the Glory of the Lord.'

Tobit's blindness is cured, and Raphael departs after admonishing Tobit and Tobias to bless God and declare his deeds to the people (the Israelites), to pray and fast, and to give alms. Tobit praises God, who has punished his people with exile but will show them mercy and rebuild the Temple if they turn to him.

Michael is the patron of the military and police forces, Gabriel is the patron of messengers, those who work for broadcasting and telecommunications such as radio and television, postal workers, clerics, diplomats, police dispatchers and stamp collectors, and Raphael is the patron of the blind, of happy meetings, of nurses, of physicians and of travelers.

#random stuff #catholic #catholic saints #michaelmas #archangels #saint michael #saint gabriel #saint raphael #archangel michael #archangel gabriel #archangel raphael

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portersposse · 2 years

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While Porters Posse is ultimately about food, we’d love for you to include any seasonal crafts you made in your submission. @graveyarddirt found this charming little pamphlet but so far neither of us have attempted one of these particular dollies. Maybe one of our readers will be the first!

#corn dollies #michaelmas #porters posse #porters posse 2022 #seasonal craft

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pagan-stitches · 2 years

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Another straw ornament.

#straw art #straw ornament #Michaelmas #Yule

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wiredaughter · 7 months

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@tropetember #28: marriage proposal

midamap #1: silver

Archangels Don't Get Hitched

supernatural ♡ adam milligan/michael ♡ 2207 words ♡ marriage proposal ♡ flufffff ♡ falling in love ♡ first kiss ♡ touch starved ♡ ao3

Holding each other all the time. Finally kissing. Making out on the regular. This progression doesn't take from the fact that archangels just don't get married, so Adam should forget about it. Adam cannot forget about it. He wants to marry the first archangel and, considering their history, he'll be damned again if he doesn't at least try.

Archangels don't get married. The idea is ludicrous, and Adam figures it's kind of a 'married to god' thing, just like nuns. He wasn't thinking about that when he introduced himself as Michael's fiance though, he wasn't thinking much really, high on the rush of Michael calling him his boyfriend. He'd only wanted to correspond the declaration, and that's all it'd been. Michael's manager - and wasn't that a title- had left, they'd hung around for the day and then skipped town, lease and shelter be damned.

They'd left for Rhode Island, settling close to the shore. It's all new for both of them, and that goes well with the wonders their days are made of now. The way Michael's eyes linger on him, getting used to his dyed hair and glasses, his own shock at the angels unchanged appearance. It'd been too painful to look at his reflection every day and know he was entirely, hopelessly alone, that the eyes looking at him from the mirror were his alone. He doesn't understand how Michael could bear it, but intuits it was a similar sorrow that drove him to keep his vessel unchanged. All that's forgotten now, though, and he's as elated at Michael's fidelity as the angel is by his evolution. As they are at being apart, together. For days, they are functionally one person, unable or unwilling to break away more than strictly necessary. He falls asleep in Michael's chest at night, Michael holds him as he makes his way to the door for the takeout he ordered, they spend way too much time cuddling; reassuring themselves at their closeness. They kiss.

The first time he kisses Michael it's natural. It just feels right. The angel is spooning him lazily on the sofa as Adam reads him The Two Towers. When he makes it to the passage where Shelob paralises Frodo, he feels Michael hide his face in his shoulder, and the gesture is so honest, so alive he cannot help it when he puts down the book to turn in his arms and press a kiss to his lips. It's chaste, featherlight pressure that grows into something solid for an instant before disappearing. As he pulls back, he gets the impulse to hide his face but the intensity of the archangel's expression stops him. Eyes blown by surprise, cheeks tinted red, lips parted as he rises one limp hand to ghost over them. It just then occurs to him there's no way Michael's kissed anyone before. The notion is exhilarating and frightening in equal parts, and he finds himself gently replacing the angel's hand with his own, tracing his lower lip with his knuckles. 'It's okay.' He says breathy and as nonchalantly as he can manage. 'Frodo and Sam, and everything. It'll be okay.'

He goes to say something else, anything else to take from those implacable eyes that glisten with something he can't understand, but there's hands on his face pulling him close and Michael's kissing him with all the vehemence of inexperience, fingers tense on his cheeks, lips ever so soft on his. He smiles into it, giving him a peck before pulling back just enough to form words. 'Michael, are y-''

The angel's mouth is back on his before he can finish, experimental and skittish and, evidently, alright. Reassured by the contact, Adam lets his lips glide against the angel's, warm and enticing. Slowly, he guides Michael's hands from his face to his waist, which has Michael sighing into the kiss and holding him closer than Adam had expected, but still not close enough and he returns the embrace, tangling their legs as if they could melt into one this way. He pulls away at last, eyes half lidded in contrast to Michael's, which blink wide open at the loss of his touch. They kiss a lot that day, book entirely forgotten. Adam's personal high point is when, emboldened as the angel's hands start to wander, he nips at his lower lip getting a full body shudder and a low whimper he commits to memory as Michael's fingers dig into his hips.

They kiss a lot, all the time. Soft, playful pecks whilst they wait for the water for heat for their tea; forehead kisses as Adam drifts off; longer, tender kisses when he wakes. He loves the way he manages to render Michael speechless within seconds, and Michael doesn't mind at all as long as he gets to kiss Adam. The thought makes the human positively giddy. One evening, when Michael zaps them back home after they manage the Cliff Walk, he even feels brave enough to up the ante. Invigorated from their hike and seeking the archangel's warmth he kisses him hard, pushing him back against the door, getting a satisfied noise that ends in a whine when Adam teases his tongue along the seam of his lips. The sound gives way to an eager gasp, and he's glad for the firm hold Michael has on his hips, because he feels his knees go weak as the archangel's mouth welcomes him, pliant and wishing, and better than he could have dreamed because Michael's usual loss for words doesn't make him any less vocal at the pleasurable assault. The moans leaving his mouth under his tongue's ministrations are downright indecent and Adam never wants to stop kissing him. Fortunately, Michael is in the same page as he leads them into the couch without pulling apart. They kiss until Adam is breathless and his mouth is tender and still, Michael peppers kisses on his face as he carries him to bed.

And through it all, archangels don't get married, so Adam should really stop thinking about it. He cannot stop thinking about it, hasn't been able since he let the comment slip out. Archangels aren't supposed to french either, he reasons, and after everything they've gone through Michael isn't likely to have any real objections. He, however, probably won't understand it. And Adam wants him to understand. Growing up he knew he wanted to get married one day, he didn't want to be like John Winchester. Of course, back then he had a different idea of just about everything, but that's one thing that hasn't changed even if just about everything about it has. Because the person, the angel he'd like to marry is the first archangel no less. But he's learned about kissing and electric kettles and walking places versus flying, so Adam will be damned again if he doesn't at least try it.

So he coaxes Michael into staying home when he goes out today. They snog at the door for entirely too long, and still Adam thinks it was just this side of too easy. Maybe he's been to clingy. Right, clingy to the man who cannot wait for him to wake up every day. It's probably just his nervousness making him secondguess himself, and he shoves all that to the back of his head when he walks into the jewellery shop. He knows what he wants, and he's got the advantage of having the same ringsize as Michael. The thought gets a small laugh out of him, but the jeweller just gives him a knowing look, and what's to say he's not besides himself with joy at the whole affair, rather than finding yet another silverlining on the whole angelic possession to Lucifer's cage speedrun. He walks out a couple of hours later with a flawless round cut in a classic yellow band.

Walking back home, he's still not sure what he will say but that doesn't trouble him. The mere concept of the pair of them not understanding each other is risible. Maybe he'll cook them something. Michael likes very few human meals and, since he's introduced him to them, he knows how to make them. He makes a stop first for a bottle of champagne and then, in an inspired gesture, for a bouquet of asters. He imagined he'd be nervous, but he's brimming with anticipation as he closes the door behind him, calls out, 'Michael?'

'Wait there!'

His voice is tense, but not in a dangerous way, so Adam takes off his shoes and lingers. It's getting dark, and he'd have turned on the lights, but the archangel doesn't need them. Then again, he has a tendency to burn the bulbs out under distress. 'Alright. Is everything okay?'

'Everything's great! Did you have fun?'

'Lots. But I missed you more.'

'Me too!' When he zaps right in front of Adam, the archangel looks pleased, if a bit weary. He wastes no time before he's giving him a short, sensuous kiss and resting his chin on his shoulder. Adam lays his hands on the small of his back, taking in his scent like autumn flowers and lightning and. Burnt fabric. 'Is something burning?'

'It's not!' Michael steps back to take his hand as he walks towards the living room. 'Come on, I put it out already.'

'Are you okay?'

'I am.' He kisses the corner of Adam's mouth, something he does when he doesn't want to get distracted from what he's saying. 'I made grilled cheese sandwiches.'

'And I've got champagne!'

Michael materialises an array of coupes and flutes in the table, already holding a stack of the aforementioned sandwiches and a bowl of tomato soup and, as a delayed explanation for the darkness in the foyer, a considerable amount of candles. Adam sneaks a glance at their router which is still flashing its connection and he's relieved the archangel didn't overload the grid whilst he was gone. Michael is charmed by the flowers, setting them in a vase next to the candles but not within burning range. Probably. The grilled cheese is actually great, but the angel prefers the wine. He's glowing, telling Adam how he did burn a potholder but has restored it to its original state.

After their meal, they have the rest of the bottle in the living room and Adam is looking for a segue into his point when, of course, Michael seems to read his mind. His eyes flicker down before meeting the human's again, fierce and burning with love. 'I've thought about what you said, when you came back to me.'

'Yes.' He sighs, relieved. Then he realises he still doesn't know how he's going to explain any of it. He stalls. 'Fiance is French of course, but betrothed is not really used these days.' Michael raises an eyebrow at that. Adam pushes through it. 'Humans get married when they're in love. Not everyone who's in love gets married, though, it's sort of a case by case thing.'

'I know, marriage was sanctioned by heaven. Some marriages.' He tilts his head with a sceptic smile at that. Adam can't believe himself, how didn't he think of the religious component of the thing? Michael reaches for his hand. 'But I understand, this is not about heaven. Maybe I should say this is about hell. But maybe it's about the heaven you unfurl when you're with me.'

Michael presses a long kiss to the human's knuckles, and then he's taking a knee. The part of Adam's brain that understands what's happening has him transfixed in ecstasy. The part that hasn't caught up is mostly baffled by the archangel kneeling at his feet. He finds his voice has left him for good, but it doesn't matter because Michael continues steadfast. 'I'm not sure I'll ever understand what it's about, but there's nothing that would make me happier than trying to. With you. I love you, Adam, I- I want to marry you, may I?'

Adam's voicebox is still a deadzone but he nods overemphatically, joining the angel on the ground, crashing their mouths together and that's when his voice returns, conveniently, in the way of a stifled sob. He's laughing through the tears that follow when he pulls apart, shaking his head to help clear it. 'You can marry me any time you want, I-' He breaks off, fighting down his overjoyed giggles so he can continue. 'I even got you a ring.'

He fishes it out and slides it on Michael's finger, who lets out a shaky breath when it's in place and examines at it with a confused smile. He gets a glistening silver-white band from his pocket. 'I thought I was meant to give you this at the ceremony?'

'No way!' Or maybe he was? No, that's what the bands are for. But it looks like a band. Unimportant. 'Put it on, Michael, come on!'

He gives him the type of fond look that signifies he's being rather human, and Adam never wants him to look away. He extends his hand and the angel obeys. It's cold like glass against his skin and he loves it. Michael looks positively complacent once it's on, and he knows his wearing a nearly identical, if more watery, grin in his own face. Now that he's got the 'yes' out, the tears continue to overflow. Michael thumbs them away in such a tender way he gets a hold of it long enough to lean in and whisper a choked 'Love you, love you' before he's half kissing half tackling him on his back.

#midam #midam fanfiction #tropetember #michaelmas #it's adam day!#im tired but happy #midamap2023 #doubles as day one bc of the band! silver! unless it doesn't in which case just lmk and i'll take it off the tag ♡

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mamaangiwine · 8 months

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Fehérlófia descends the twisted roots of Turkey Oak. Apollo calls into the darkness of Python's cave...

Michael flies into the gaping mouth of Hell.

Michealmas is upon us. In my practice this is the time of year in which we say goodbye and goodnight to The Sun.

The Sun will slumber and will not awake until spring.

The Sun will descend into darkness and will not return until The Beast is slain.

While Michael traverses the bowels of Hell, there is no one to survey the skies- and so The Wild Hunt begins.

#magic #folk magic #Michaelmas #autumn equinox #fall #fire days #st michael #feherlofia #apollo #sun deities #sun celebrations #syncretism #upg #personal holidays

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kinginthemask · 7 months

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Michaelmas celebration!

I made the badge and the icon of mikail myself

#Michaelmas #badge #pin #angel oc #religious art #artists on tumblr #Arcangel michael

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tinyshe · 7 months

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Prayer to St Michael the Archangel (long version) O Glorious Prince of the heavenly host, St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in the battle and in the terrible warfare that we are waging against the principalities and powers, against the rulers of this world of darkness, against the evil spirits. Come to the aid of man, whom Almighty God created immortal, made in His own image and likeness, and redeemed at a great price from the tyranny of Satan.

Fight this day the battle of the Lord, together with the holy angels, as already thou hast fought the leader of the proud angels, Lucifer, and his apostate host, who were powerless to resist thee, nor was there place for them any longer in Heaven. That cruel, ancient serpent, who is called the devil or Satan who seduces the whole world, was cast into the abyss with his angels. Behold, this primeval enemy and slayer of men has taken courage. Transformed into an angel of light, he wanders about with all the multitude of wicked spirits, invading the earth in order to blot out the name of God and of His Christ, to seize upon, slay and cast into eternal perdition souls destined for the crown of eternal glory. This wicked dragon pours out, as a most impure flood, the venom of his malice on men of depraved mind and corrupt heart, the spirit of lying, of impiety, of blasphemy, and the pestilent breath of impurity, and of every vice and iniquity.

These most crafty enemies have filled and inebriated with gall and bitterness the Church, the spouse of the immaculate Lamb, and have laid impious hands on her most sacred possessions. In the Holy Place itself, where the See of Holy Peter and the Chair of Truth has been set up as the light of the world, they have raised the throne of their abominable impiety, with the iniquitous design that when the Pastor has been struck, the sheep may be scattered. Arise then, O invincible Prince, bring help against the attacks of the lost spirits to the people of God, and give them the victory. They venerate thee as their protector and patron; in thee holy Church glories as her defense against the malicious power of hell; to thee has God entrusted the souls of men to be established in heavenly beatitude. Oh, pray to the God of peace that He may put Satan under our feet, so far conquered that he may no longer be able to hold men in captivity and harm the Church. Offer our prayers in the sight of the Most High, so that they may quickly find mercy in the sight of the Lord; and vanquishing the dragon, the ancient serpent, who is the devil and Satan, do thou again make him captive in the abyss, that he may no longer seduce the nations. Amen.

V. Behold the Cross of the Lord; be scattered ye hostile powers. R. The Lion of the tribe of Judah has conquered, the root of David. V. Let Thy mercies be upon us, O Lord. R. As we have hoped in Thee. V. O Lord, hear my prayer. R. And let my cry come unto Thee.

Let us pray. O God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, we call upon Thy holy Name, and as supplicants, we implore Thy clemency, that by the intercession of Mary, ever Virgin Immaculate and our Mother, and of the glorious St. Michael the Archangel, Thou wouldst deign to help us against Satan and all the other unclean spirits who wander about the world for the injury of the human race and the ruin of souls. Amen.

#catholic #michaelmas #st michael #archangel michael #prayer #pope leo xiii

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