Archangel Michael

Do not fear, it is I. Saint Michael is typing for me. I am Archangel Michael & I am asked to swallow my pride as well as greater quantities of 'humble pie' than can feed an army during a nuclear winter. What do you want me to say to you? that I agreed for you to begin a war, which was meant to be a contest? you had your way & I say to you as always, that any peace I can insist upon for you following wickedness is temporary. You wanted the Plantagenet King to volley fallen Raphael & I saw an advantage in it for God as you saw for yourselves, so I agreed. The King does not agree with you, but is not hostile toward me. He thinks you are his enemies like her & he is right.