PART 9: Fr. Michel Rodrigue vs. The Devil

PART 9 OF A “VIRTUAL RETREAT” WITH FR. MICHEL RODRIGUE

Below are stories Fr. Michel Rodrigue has told of his battles with the devil and serious illness:

 

I’ve had many healings. I’ve had three serious cancers and eight heart attacks. Every time, I’ve come back to this life. The last time I came back, after four hours of doctors attempting to revive me, I said, “Why did you bring me back?” It was so nice there. Immediately after that, I contracted cancer in my eyes. They wanted to remove my eyes! We must operate on you, and you will have no more eyes. I said, “Whoah.” I went home, took exorcised salt and water, and I made a paste with it. I put the paste on my eyes—it was something—and I left it there for three days. They were going to throw my eyes away, so I wanted them to have a good reason to do so.

After three days, I returned to see the doctor who was supposed to operate on me. I entered his office, and he said, “Sit down in the chair.”

He looked at my eyes and asked, “What have you done?”

I told him, “I made a paste with exorcised salt and water and put it in my eyes.”

“I don’t know what that is, but you’re healed! You’re healed!”

* * *

After that, I had a killer cancer—the last cancer I’ve had. They operated on me, and for an entire month, I had to lie down on one side only. I couldn’t move or turn my body because I was plugged into a machine. I knew that this sickness was not from God. I knew that from the beginning. Everyone was scared. They said, “He will die, he will die.” They were so sure about that. Some had already planned to replace me. But I knew I had to suffer this for the Lord, for the Fraternity, and for the Church.

Then during the night, I had a dream that wasn’t a dream. It was a vision. Jesus appeared to me on the Cross as the King of the Universe. He was so nice. He wasn’t suffering, but in His glory. And He came so close to me that I could see heaven in His eyes. When you see the eyes of Jesus, you feel heaven already. The look of Jesus heals. I approached Him in order to stare at His beautiful, luminous, shining face. He looked at me so close that I felt him in my body. When this happened, I was placed with Him at Calvary. He said, “Look down the hill.” Suddenly, I could see the earth below Calvary open, like I had when I was young, and I watched as the Prince of Darkness, wearing a crown, was thrust down into the darkness of hell with a great force, and everything closed. Then with a beautiful smile, Jesus said to me from the Cross, “Now it is finished. You are healed.”

The next day, I went to the hospital and my oncologist said I would have to go through extensive chemotherapy, and they would try a new methodology to try and save me. I said, “Don’t worry about that.”

“What do you mean?”

Jesus told me that I’m healed.

The doctor thought that I was psychologically trying to get out of chemotherapy. He came back and said, “We’ll have to take another blood test.”

“Yes, go ahead.” He left. I waited for the results. He came back a third time and said, “We need another blood test.”

“How much are you going to need?”

He said, “No, no no, it’s important.”

He left for an hour. He came back. He looked at me and said, “Huh.” I still wasn’t’ able to walk. I was brought to the hospital in an ambulance to the hospital, and they had pushed me around in a wheelchair. Two more doctors arrived. “He said, “Father, I don’t know how to say this to you. In your language, you have a miracle. In our language, we say science cannot explain this.

I said, “I told you.”

“You’re healed! Now we will get you up. You’ll have to walk. Are you afraid?”

“Yes, a little bit. I haven’t walked for a month.”

“We will help you.” So they helped me up, I took a few steps, and I was okay.

“Can you sit in the chair?”

I sat down.

“Do you recognize yourself?” they asked.

I said, “I think that my lower geography has changed.”

They started to laugh, and we laughed so hard that we couldn’t stop for forty minutes. We laughed so much that everyone heard us, the staff and the other patients waiting. Still laughing, he said, “You can go.”

The nurse came to me and asked as I was leaving, “What was happening in there? They never laugh. Those doctors arrived here with permanent frowns.

I said, “It’s a patient and doctor secret.”

* * *

After one of my heart attacks, I died, and passed through my entire life. I heard the doctor trying to resuscitate me, saying, “I’m losing him. I’m losing him.” Suddenly, I was in a crib, and I saw myself and then saw my life. You cannot imagine. By the blessing of the Lord, I have a gold line. I have the grace that I’ve confessed every sin, so I was on the gold line—I was sliding on a gold line. And I’m a sinner also. Do you believe that? I then saw my relatives who died, I saw the angel of the Lord, and I heard the choirs of the Lord. It was so gorgeous. Finally, I arrived in front of His feet, the feet of Jesus, like the feet of someone sitting on a throne. But I couldn’t let my head see Him. I was not allowed. I was not afraid, but I didn’t feel worthy to see Him. He spoke to me:

“He said, Michel, You have come here, but you will not stay here.”

I said, “Oh, Jesus.”

“You will return. And you will have a meeting with the priests because the priests are on retreat, and I want you to give the retreat to them on the second Eucharistic prayer. You will explain what it means.”

He gave me all the teachings and all the facets of this. It was so great. I’d never heard anything like it in my life.

I returned along the same gold line, and when I came back to life, I entered through my mouth. My body made a big gasp, and everything was so painful. Even the little cells in my fingers were so painful. My experience of being dead was four hours, and I heard the doctor say, “Oh, he’s back!”

This experience showed me that God has no time. No past. No future. When I went through this experience, everything was present at the same time. It seemed that everything was superimposed. When I was passing through, everything was ding, ding, occurring at the same time. It was something. This is why when you live through this experience [of the Warning], you must be in a state of grace.

* * *

When I was having my eighth heart attack and was in an ambulance, injected with nitrate by a needle over and over again, going in and out of consciousness, I heard a man screaming at me and cursing me with rage. He didn’t like my collar. He was a  paramedic and the others told him to be quiet, saying he couldn’t treat a patient that way. He said, “I don’t give a @#%! about you, you priest. I’m choosing hell! You like that! Are you okay with that! With those words, I took a deep breath, was suddenly alert, and said to him, “You want to go to hell? Then you will burn right now.” And then I collapsed again and passed out.

When I came to my senses, the hospital staff started telling me about the man who had been cursing me. At first, I didn’t know what they were talking about and then my brain began to remember. They told me that this man was still in the hospital because he was burning inside as though on fire, and asked if I could I help him.

“It’s good for him,” I told them. “It’s not a problem.”

“Can you come see him, Father, please?” I came to a room in the hospital where all the windows were flung open. This was in Canada-in the wintertime. “We took his temperature and the thermometer was maxed. We’ve never seen anything like this.”

When I walked into the room, I could feel the heat coming from his body heat, even though the gusts of air coming into the room from outside were freezing. A male nurse was holding up a sheet in front of him because he was completely naked, unable to wear clothes or anything that would touch his skin.

“I’m so hot. Help me. I’m burning!”

“You told me this is what you wanted. You wanted to burn in hell. Is that still where you want to go? You don’t know what you’re saying when you say that’s where you want to go. You’re experiencing it now. Is that what you wanted?”

“I don’t want to go there! I don’t want to go!”

“Then are you ready to confess your sins?”

“Yes, yes.”

There in the hospital, I heard his confession, and when he received absolution, he not only felt completely normal, but like an entirely new man.

I had to stay in the hospital for a few days in order to recover, and I wanted to get out and see some new scenery, so I went with a fellow priest to a jazz festival in Montreal. As we were walking through the noisy festival, I was telling him about the incidence with the “burning” man. He said, “The devil’s not real. You’re just imagining all that.”

“You’re wrong,” I said. The devil is very real.” Then I stopped. “I hear my name being called.”

My friend said, “What? It’s impossible to hear anything with all this noise.”

“No, listen. I’m hearing my name.”

“I hear it. I hear it.”

We looked around to see a man in the distance walking quickly toward me, accompanied by a woman.

“I’ve been looking for you for such a long time. I want to thank you!” he said to me

“Do I know you from somewhere?” I asked him.

“I’m the paramedic who was cursing you when you had the heart attack, and you helped me so much when you heard my confession.”

“You’re welcome,” I said

Then the woman spoke. She was his wife. She said for almost ten years she hadn’t been able to recognize her husband because he became so mean. She hardly knew him anymore and prayed daily for his conversion. “When he came home after you heard his confession, he came home the man that I married.”

* * *

I was performing an exorcism one day. I had a doctor with me, who was saying the Rosary. When I do exorcisms, I always have someone praying the Rosary constantly with me. This is important, a necessity. Remember that when the Virgin Mary gave the Rosary in Fatima, and she promised that it could stop the war, with the Rosary. It’s a powerful weapon. It seemed nothing when David was in front of Goliath, it seemed like he had nothing. It’s a small stone. But when he threw it at Goliath, Goliath fell. The Rosary makes Satan fall into hell. This is what it is.

Suddenly, the doctor stopped saying the Rosary. I turned and saw that he was hypnotized by the devil, so I slapped him. “Sir,” I said. “Rosary.”

He explained, “I saw myself at three years old in front of my mom, and my mom was talking to me. I was myself, and I was so guilty.

I said, “You were trapped by the devil. You must confess this sin now.” It’s important. When your sin is unconfessed, the devil troubles you with it. Confess every sin. The devil is so angry because Jesus erases the memory of the devil, so the devil doesn’t remember any more what sins you committed. That is why it’s so important to confess the sins you have committed and omitted because he doesn’t know them when he looks at you. You are Christified by His grace. Christ is shining in you. The devil cannot look at you because you are too bright.

You know what he will do? He will send you people who are in sin to suggest to you that you can make a mistake and fall into a small sin. It’s always a small one. “It was just one cigarette.” But after that, it becomes just a package. After that, “I cannot stop,” and there is crying. It’s always like that.

Do you believe the devil will say, “Boo!” No, no, no. He’s attracting. He’s a seducer. He knows what to do. “Do you want a little candy?” It’s a minuscule sin. I can imitate him because I’ve seen his face so much.

* * *

I will tell you a story. Six months ago, I received a call from a priest. “Father, you have to do an exorcism. . .”

I said, “You can do it.”

He said, “I’m so afraid.”

I said, “You’re afraid? You’re a priest. You are not to be afraid. Just believe and go.”

“No, I don’t want to. Please, help, help.”

“Lord,” I said. I receive four or five calls of possessed cases every week now.

So I went there to see a young man. I started to pray for him then looked at him and said, “You’re not possessed. It’s not you. It’s around you.” I prayed again. “This is not a case of infestation here. This is a cemetery case. Do you have a cemetery around here?”

“Yes,” he said, “on the other side of the street. It’s behind the trees. That’s why you cannot see it.”

“This is a demon from the cemetery who comes here to bother you, to make you crazy.” Literally, the demon wanted him to go crazy. So I lay my hand over the young man, blessed him, and went to the cemetery where I marked a line around the land of the cemetery and ordered, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, that this demon would not go out beyond the line. The young man was completely healed. His family was so grateful.

* * *

Another day when I was in one of my parishes where the bishop named me as an exorcist, I was performing an exorcism in a room in my rectory. Outside my window, I could see the kind, gentle lady who came by each year to take care of the flowers. The demons were yelling so loudly that I thought, “She will sure be afraid and wonder, ‘What’s happening in there?’ She will call the police.’”

I quickly caught myself and thought, “What am I thinking? Something wants me to stop. So I continued with the exorcism.” Later that day, I approached her after Mass: “How are you today?”

“Very good.”

“You came and took care of the flowers again.”

“Yes, father, I love it.”

“When you came in the afternoon, did you hear any noise? Any yelling?”

“No.”

“Nothing?”

“No.”

The Lord made the sound disappear for her. This is exactly what He will do for those of you meant to go to a refuge. He will protect you from the fowlers. They will not be able to hear you, see you, or enter into your home or into your refuge.

* * *

I know the devil because of the exorcisms I’ve done in my life. During one exorcism, I didn’t have too much time because I had to teach a course to the seminarian. With exorcisms, you never know when you’re going to finish. It depends on the will of the Father. Sometimes it can take one day, two days. Sometimes it can be three weeks. Sometimes it can be two years. This is a ministry. When you begin this ministry, you never know when it ends.

I went to pray to Jesus at the Tabernacle and said to Him, “You must do something. I don’t have any more time, and I cannot come back again because it is far.” I also asked Saint Michael for his help. I was so tired and didn’t think I could finish. Exorcisms can be very depleting. When I entered the room and started the exorcism prayer again, Saint Michael appeared. He was so tall. I saw him with his sword, a flaming sword, reaching up about fifteen feet high.

I said, “Please Saint Michael, you’re my patron. Help me with this case!” He just smiled. Then I saw him lower his sword coming down and when the flame of Saint Michael’s sword touched this person, the wind of the devil left. [Fr. Michel made a swoosh sound].

My experience is that the devil always goes into the earth. This is my assumption. Now this is not from the teaching of the Church. This is from Michel, okay? I will say that I think that hell is in the center of the earth because every time I do exorcisms, I see the devil go down into the earth, and at Fatima, the Virgin Mary opened the earth to show the children hell.

* * *

A man came into my office who was a drug addict. He was at the point of death, and the hospital allowed him to come see me. After I heard his confession of all his sins, I lay my hand on him, said the St. Michael prayer, and he fell on the floor and lay there for two and half hours. I left him there because the Holy Spirit was working in him to repair what had been destroyed by Satan through drugs.

The guy returned to the hospital and was discharged, completely healed. Today he is completely normal, has a good job, and you cannot recognize him from the first time I saw him.

The St. Michael prayer is an important tool that we have. The obsessive link that he has created in the brain—the Rosary has the power to heal that. The Rosary also has the power of healing and deliverance. It is a gift of the Virgin Mary.

* * *

Brother Louis-René, one of the members of the Fraternity of St. Joseph Benedict Labre said that every day is a surprise, living with Fr. Michel. His favorite Fr. Michel story is of when Fr. Michel was walking down the street in his clerics and a man approached him to say, “Father, will you pray for me. Right now I’m going to the hospital to have my arm amputated. It is dead.” He showed Fr. Michel his arm, which was black and lifeless.”

“We will ask the Lord for a new arm for you. He has many arms available in heaven. Do you accept the will of God?” asked Fr. Michel, “No matter what happens?”

“Yes, I do,” said the man. And Fr. Michel prayed that if it be the Lord’s will, the man’s arm would be restored to life.

The man walked another five-to-ten minutes to the hospital, and when he arrived, his arm was completely new and its skin like that of a baby. Later, he would come to the monastery to thank Fr. Michel in person, and crying, show him his arm.

* * *

Fr. Michel Rodrigue’s Encounters with Pope John Paul II and Mother Teresa

Fr. Michel made a trip to Rome and one day there, began looking for St. Peter’s tomb in St. Peter’s Basilica in Vatican City. He found himself at the foot of a staircase and decided to climb it. At the top of a staircase was an open door. He stepped through it to see Pope John Paul II sitting at his desk in an undershirt and his papal garments, clearly not expecting company.

The pope turned to face Fr. Michel and smiled.

“Can I help you?” He asked in French, though he had no way of knowing what language Fr. Michel spoke.

“Oh, Holy Father!” gasped Fr. Michel, who dropped to his knees. “No! No. I’m fine!”

“Is there anything you need?”

“No, nothing!”

“Feel free to stand up. Who sent you here?”

“The Blessed Mother?”

“Yes, she sometimes does that. Read 1st and 2nd Peter, and the 1st letter of John. They speak of these times.”

“Yes, Holy Father.”

And then the pope gave Fr. Michel his blessing.

Fr. Michel then asked timidly, “How do I leave?”

“The same way you came,” he said with smiling eyes. “If you wouldn’t mind, please shut the door after you.”

* * *

The next meeting:

Fr. Michel was in St. Peter’s square, too small to see the pope give his papal address, with the crowds towering above him. Feeling like Zacchaeus, he decided to walk to the outskirts of the square, instead of climbing a tree, just before the pope was to arrive. He was standing beside the road praying the Rosary when a black car pulled up alongside him. The backseat passenger window rolled down, and Pope John Paul II who had caught sight of Fr. Michel said, “Hello!” in French. I see you are praying your Rosary!”

“Yes, I am here because I’m too short to get close to see you. But how is it you’re here when your car is pulling up right now where all the crowds are?”

“Oh, that’s the fake pope,” he said. “No one knows that the real pope sneaks in through the back.” Fr. Michel let out his hearty contagious laugh and the pope joined him with a chuckle.

* * *

One more time:

Later during Fr. Michel’s trip to Rome, the Holy Father would pull up alongside him and roll down his window one more time to say hello to Fr. Michel, with a wide smile.

* * *

Fr. Michel’s encounter with Mother Theresa of Calcutta:

Mother Theresa came to give a talk and they found themselves facing each other. Neither of them had ever met. Their eyes met and she stopped in front of him, and they began to laugh, and laugh—he didn’t know what about. Then she left, and people came up to Fr. Michel, saying, “We didn’t know that you knew her?”

“I don’t!” said Fr. Michel.

Then a while later, when Mother Theresa returned, they looked at each other and began laughing uncontrollably again. And then she left, once again, without them speaking a word to one another.

 

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