Exorcism in Dreams and Archangel Michael (Gnosis, or the Heart of an Angel. Part one. Chapters 8–9)
2003. Tskneti: Butterfly
“I dreamed I was a butterfly, but now I wonder: Was I a man dreaming of being a butterfly, or am I now a butterfly dreaming I am a man?” — Zhuangzi
During a supposed “vacation” with friends in Tskneti, I find no respite. My one-and-a-half-year-old daughter, “ — — ,” keeps me awake with her constant nighttime crying. It’s been two years since I’ve slept through the night, leaving me utterly exhausted. Yet, in the daylight hours when “ — — “ is happily engaged in play, I seize the opportunity to immerse myself in books, seeking some form of relaxation.
One day, while strolling with “ — — “ through the forest, a massive dark and multicolored butterfly catches my attention, hovering above. Its path is a straight line, an oddity that strikes me — I can’t recall ever seeing a butterfly glide in such a manner. It becomes apparent that the butterfly is trailing us, seemingly intent on a purpose. Curiously, I extend my hand, and to my astonishment, it settles on my palm without hesitation. The moment is so unexpected that I burst into laughter. “ — — “ gazes at the butterfly and expresses her desire to hold it too, reaching out her hand. In response, the butterfly takes flight, resuming its linear path above me. I offer my hand once more and, as if recognizing an unspoken invitation, it alights again. Despite “ — — “ inadvertently frightening it away, the butterfly bravely returns to my palm for a third time. After a brief mutual gaze, it finally departs. This encounter with such an unusually large and magnificent butterfly in Tskneti leaves me in wonder. On my return home, my thoughts swirl with curiosity: “What” was this butterfly, or “who” might it have been?
Exorcism in Dreams and Archangel Michael
Over time, my dreams began to take on an exorcistic quality. In dreams, I frequently encountered individuals who seemed to be under a dark influence, whether they arrived of their own free will or were brought against it. Their eyes betrayed their affliction, and the sight would fill me with dread. When I prayed, more often than not, the ominous presence within them would dissipate.
As I honed my sensitivity to these negative energies, I started to detect those possessed by malevolent entities even while awake. I came to understand that such individuals often lose their connection to divine energies, either through a rejection of spirituality or the weight of their misdeeds. Their energies seemed to flow inversely, drawing life force from their environment, much like energy vampires. They became indistinguishable from the incorporeal demonic entities that inhabit unseen realms, starved of the natural spiritual influx that fuels the human soul’s light. Fortunately, redemption is always within reach, as people can choose to return to a state of grace. You can often identify these afflicted individuals by the feeling of exhaustion after interacting with them. They radiate a palpable negativity and tend to be disliked. Their behaviors may include a propensity for conflict, an intolerance for differing views, a compulsion to dominate conversations, incessant grumbling, and a penchant for spreading gloom. Regrettably, such individuals are not uncommon; they might even be our family members, blending into society seamlessly. Particularly in large urban centers today, there is such a surfeit of negative energy that these individuals find ample “nourishment,” allowing them to thrive materially.
I devoted many hours each day to prayer, hoping to dispel the demonic vibes and energies. The prayers I offered to Archangel Michael felt particularly powerful, and it was through these that I forged a deep connection with the angel. Over time, as I combated the demons in my dreams, I sensed Michael’s presence drawing nearer, though he remained unseen to me. I came to understand that beings of light like Michael vanquish darkness solely with their spiritual radiance. Michael possesses such formidable and unwavering spiritual strength that he can descend into hellish realms without being corrupted by their malignant energies — a testament to his power that few can claim. Demonic entities scatter due to the clash of their spiritual vibrations with those of the light. It was later explained to me that beings of light do not kill; they either repel or transform. Often, even the most shadowed souls retain a dormant spark of light which, when exposed to the radiance of an enlightened soul, can be ignited by synchronizing with its luminosity. Thus, through prayer and the influence of the light, a person’s soul can find healing.
Michael’s presence became particularly tangible during confrontations with demonic entities. His intervention was akin to the relief brought by laughter after a moment of fear, similar to how a well-timed joke eases the tension during a horror film. I often mused that if Michael were mortal, he’d possess an exceptional sense of humor. His youthful vigor and the infectious joy he exuded were potent spiritual qualities that he shared with me, helping to elevate me from the oppressive, dark energies that once shrouded me. The emotions stirred within the human heart by such divine interactions are profound — a blend of delight, appreciation, and joy that words can scarcely capture. One cannot help but fall deeply in love with these celestial beings. The affinity for kind-hearted individuals is natural, and it’s even more effortless to embrace the divine within your heart. After experiencing such a connection, there is a persistent yearning that lingers;
you want to be near them constantly, feeling as though you’ve returned to your childhood home, where you embraced your mother and fell asleep like a child, free from all worries and burdens. This yearning is indescribable, a hunger of the soul and an unconscious longing of the mind. It fosters a profound, unseen bond with that soul — a bond that transcends and is more resilient than any earthly friendship. It feels like an expansion of your being, akin to finding your other half, without whom life seems incomplete. Perhaps this is one of the ways God reaches out to humanity: through these intermediaries. What kind of love does God instill in the human heart for angels? It may be an amalgam of the affection between mother and child, the respect between Master and disciple, the camaraderie between friends, [EM1] or the kinship between soulmates. This is the nature of my bond: intertwined with Christ on one end and with Michael on the other.
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