The Archangel’s Sword

Archangel Michael

In Christian mythology, Archangel Michael is usually portrayed with a sword. He is the Commander of God’s security forces. I was under the impression that the warfare in the Christian divine milieu was over long ago when God and Satan agreed to draw the Line of Control between Heaven and Hell and each arrogated to himself his territory.

Myths are interesting particularly because they tell us how our forefathers understood good and evil. God is good and Satan is evil. Heaven is the abode of goodness and hell is the place where people like me will reach. One of the WhatsApp groups which I quit yesterday condemned me to hell because I question the evils perpetrated in the name of myths called god and satan. One member in that group invoked the archangel Michael to come with his sword and chop off my head. Not as bluntly as that. The honourable member posted a prayer to Michael to eliminate the enemies of the church. I am one of the enemies.

The Catholic Church is more powerful than any political body today. Even Donald Trump won’t be able to touch its fortresses which are guarded by Archangel Michael and his celestial armies. Narendra Modi has no idea about these alien forces because they were never mentioned in the Vedas. If Modi comes to know about Michael, he won’t dare to touch him.

Michael guards people who are much more powerful than Modi and Trump. Even their prayers are full of hatred. They pray for hellfire and butchery. Why not have some gentle prayers, my friends? Why not fill your hearts with good thoughts instead of violence and vitriol?

I know it’s no use asking these questions. Religions have always been about butchery. Who to kill and who not to kill: that’s the fundamental question in every religion. Leave me alone, please. I am struggling to retain my goodness in a world of religious people.

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