Who is the One Called Michael? – Steve Beckow @ Golden Age of Gaia

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Who is the One Called Michael?


Back in 2017, Archangel Michael and I had the following exchange.

Steve: Are you okay with the four-part article on ignition?

Archangel Michael: Yes.

S: Okay. I didn’t know if I was being too familiar.

AAM: You know what? We want you to be familiar.

S: Okay, I get that. Thank you. (2)

I’m going to stop being tremendously formal and calling him “Archangel Michael” on every occasion. No one else in the higher dimensions does. They simply call him “Michael.”

And he wants to be on familiar terms with us. So I’m doing as he requested. I’m not trying to be disrespectful.

Not only has he asked for familiarity, but he’s also asked us to ask him anything. And I know that he wanted me to post on that because he said it was important for everyone to know.

AAM: Never hesitate to ask me anything. Not in the form of a question or in the form of assistance. I am more than prepared to help in whatever way I can. It is not only my duty; it is my joy. It is who I am. …

And it is important for everyone to know that. … No job is too big or too small. And you know I have some helpers I can call on. (3)

Yes, a legion or two. I’m going to be asking him in my next reading to say more about himself. Here’s one nugget from Matthew Ward that I’ll be asking him about:

“Always I have spoken from personal knowledge as Matthew the apostle—it is the best known today of my lives on Earth—and the thousands of other lifetimes that began when Archangel Michael’s powerful energy manifested its first personage in this universe.” (4)

Say what?

It just gets more and more interesting. Who or what is this “first personage”? Oooo, I love a good mystery!

I know that the angels created life forms.   Says Gabriel in the Koran:

“It was not in sport that We created the heavens and the earth and all that lies between them. We created them to reveal the truth. But of this most men have no knowledge.” (5)

Perhaps the “first personage” was the Adam/Eve Kadmon template.

What truth was Gabriel referring to that the created world helps reveal?

We develop discrimination by living through lifetimes in matter. We eventually use our discrimination to tell the Real from the unreal. The Real is the Truth Gabriel is pointing at, that this school of matter, mater, Mother helps train us to realize.

But this may as well be a closely-guarded secret for the number of people who know about it.

I have a feeling that we know little or nothing (reliable) of the angels, what they’re capable of, or what they’ve done for all of us.

Meanwhile, back to Michael. Does he ever take time off from being in a million places at once? Occasionally, he says. And what does he then do? Where does he go?

AAM: There are times when I simply go to paint the skies, to breathe, to sit in the splendor of the Mother/Father One, to reconstitute. Yes, even as Archangel. (6)

Oh, my. Some vacation! Wouldn’t I like to come along for the ride – of a lifetime!

The last time he painted the skies, he created the Aurora Borealis.

He once said to me, of my role in the Michaelangelo companies: “You are the face behind the curtain.” (7)  That describes his role, in the universe. Let us lift this curtain aside and meet more of  the real Michael.

I’m not sure we know him very well. And I’d like to.


(1) I saw him once in the body, standing outside my apartment building and just staring into it. I went a few steps, turned around, and he was gone. We drove around the block and could not see him anywhere.

Of this incident, he later said:

AAM: You have seen me on the street – you know we have the ability to assume any form we want. (“Archangel Michael on the Angelic Kingdom,” channeled by Linda Dillon, June 7, 2014, at http://goldenageofgaia.com/2014/06/13/archangel-michael-on-the-angelic-kingdom/.)

Then a second time I awoke in a lucid dream, aboard ship. I was listening to some folks when suddenly I heard this melodic voice and I turned and saw him. I asked, “Are you Michael,” and he said, “yes.”  And I sat and listened to him until I felt myself falling backwards. He floated up from where he was, floated over top of me and breathed something into me. I immediately woke up.

I confirmed the incident with him and asked him what he breathed into me in the lucid dream. He said, “Love, so that you would remember it.”

(2) Archangel Michael in a personal reading with Steve Beckow through Linda Dillon, Jan. 3, 2017. Hereafter AAM.

(3) AAM, Oct. 1, 2011.

(4) Matthew’s Message, Jan. 5, 2014, at hhttps://www.matthewbooks.com/january-5-2014-2/

(5) Koran, 145.

(6) AAM, July 21, 2015.

(7) AAM, May 9, 2014.



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Moorland Walk – inspired by many long walks on Dartmoor, Devon -Trevor Taylor


Moorland Walk – inspired by many long walks on Dartmoor, Devon
Sunday’s bells break morning stills
Calling country folk to pray
Witch-spelled cats on window sills
Watch children rise to play
Whispers of smoke join mists of the night
Thatched cottages wake from their sleep
Dappled brooks shine with rising light
Winding their way past ancient Keep
Melodies of night slink quietly away
Giving way to tunes of the day
Course Fishermen cast at Chagford Bridge
That has seen full four hundred years
The walker tops two moors ridge
Following swift eddies and weirs
Old Rushford Bridge beckons, along the brook
First mentioned of old in the Domesday Book
A curlew’s nest in damp valley mires
A wading bird beloved of old County Squires
Iridescent Lapwing puff their whispy crest
The sharp-eyed walker knows where they nest
The winter flocks ‘home in’ on the moors
Nesting deep in the crag of the Tors
The never-ending song of the Skylark calls
To the poet in the walker’s mind
From within the Tussock a song enthralls
The skylark’s tune a poet’s true find
The winchats call out from their bilberry house
Safe long return from African weather
Homed in bracken frond, willow, high plateau and heather
Amongst warblers and stonechats and striking red- grouse
A walk in the moors is nature’s gift
To sooth the walker’s life long way
A moment in time for spirits to lift
A memory at twilight of day
Trevor Taylor

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Trevor Taylor LLB (Hons)

Devon, United Kingdom

Award winning Commonwealth Writer and Academic Magazine Editor.