The Friend Who Never Left: Archangel Michael

By Trish Briggs

Leila and I have been preparing our slides for our upcoming Connection Class with Archangel Michael. As we’ve been gathering everything we want to share, one of my own stories has been calling to me - one I feel ready to share again, though some of you may remember the first part from before.

A Friend on the Swing Set

I have a vivid memory from when I was around seven or eight years old, in second or third grade. I was out in my backyard, sitting on my swing set and talking to my friend in the other swing - the friend who had been with me for as long as I could remember. He was always there when I felt anxious, offering comfort and reassurance in ways that made me feel safe and loved.

That day, my friend told me it would be our last conversation for a while. I remember feeling upset and confused. He kept reassuring me that he would always be near, even though I wouldn’t be able to talk with him anymore. I couldn’t understand what he meant. As I got off the swing and started to head back inside, a neighbor stopped me and asked who I’d been talking to. I turned and looked back - both swings were empty. Then I looked at her and said, “No one.”

I forgot that moment for many years, along with most of my childhood memories. They only began returning later, during my self-healing journey.

The Return of an Old Friend

During my Level 3 Healing Touch training, I experienced something that, though I didn’t realize it at the time, was a true gift. In a group meditation, I suddenly saw a being lying sideways on what looked like a cloud. I could see his face and hear his voice clearly. He had glorious, curly blonde hair that fell past his shoulders and was surrounded by luminous blue and white light. He smiled at me and said, “Welcome home. I’ve been waiting for you,” and then laughed softly. The vision startled me so much that I came completely out of the meditation and couldn’t return.

It took several years before I connected that experience with the memory from the swing set. Eventually, I realized that my childhood friend and the one who welcomed me “home” - was Archangel Michael. As an adult, I now understand that he never left my side.

Interestingly, during that same Healing Touch class, one of my fellow students gave me a copy of a prayer to connect with Archangel Michael. I know in my heart that was no coincidence.

If this story speaks to you, let it be a reminder that Spirit’s love never leaves - it simply waits, patiently, for the moments when our hearts remember to listen.