I hate to admit that these episodes are not rare in my life. I discerned that I needed to sleep with my relic of St Michael and ever since I have factored it into my night-time routine to tuck the relic of the Prince of Angels under my pillow, the strange night-time phenomenon has stopped. I was petrified and could hardly think, but again I called on St Michael and when next I blinked the black figure had disappeared.

It seemed as though a million pieces of black ash were swarming at me. I reached for my bottle of holy water. The very second that I called on Archangel Michael and filled with air with streams of holy water, the smell vanished absolutely.Ī few days later, I was again in a deep sleep when I felt myself rocked from side to side and I awoke to find a black presence by the bathroom door that appeared as a hulking figure made of black mist. Then the ferocity of the stench struck me as not being of a natural origin and I realized that it was a variety of demonic attack and my soul shrieked, 'HOLY MICHAEL, PRAY FOR ME'. But as I tried to move from bed, the smell of earth-on-fire came at me with a violent power that pushed me backwards and I wondered how I could even raise my voice to cry out that something was on fire. In my sleepiness, I thought that someone had left a pot of earth-encrusted potatoes on the boil too long and that their muddy skins were now burning. The air around my bed seemed heavy and thick with particles of scorched earth. During the summer just past, I was rudely awoken one night by a strong stench of burning.

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