|Posted by Michele on January 29, 2012 at 12:00 AM|
An Interview with Mike Malone
The other day I had the pleasure of interviewing one of the most unique characters in modern fiction, Mr. Mike Malone. Here’s how it went…
Mike Malone stepped into my office, a handsome, pleasant young man in a crisp, pressed suit. I look at him and, because I know his story, I must confess to a sense of awe. He has a second job that keeps him from ever being ‘just another guy.’
I welcome Mike and direct him to the ‘interview chair.’ He takes a seat.
Archer: “Mike, thank you for coming and speaking with us today.”
Mike Malone: “Well, thank you for having me. I’m excited to be here.”
Archer: “For readers who aren’t familiar with your background, tell us who you are, where you came from and what it is that you do.”
Mike Malone: “Sure. I’m Michael Sean Malone, I was born in Chicago. I recently married…”
Archer: “Oh, how is that going?”
Mike Malone: “Fantastic. Thanks again for fixing us up. Linda, works as a nurse at the King of Angels hospital downtown and what do I do? For my day job, I’m a partner at the accounting firm of Jones, Mabry and Malone…”
Archer: “A partnership, excellent.”
Mike Malone: “Proud to say so. As to the other work, I’m involved in keeping the inter-dimensional portals closed around the Earth. I slow down the traffic of demons and other beings that try flooding our planet everyday. Wish I could say I stop it completely, but there is always one more Luciferian. ”
Archer (I smile): “Gosh Mike, in their spare time most people do things like collect stamps. The complete story of how you came to be that portal guard can be found in ‘The Calling of Mike Malone,’ correct?”
Mike Malone: “Yes.”
Archer: “Of course, part of the reason you became the portal guard is because your own father is an angel, although a fallen one. I’d like to talk about angels, but first, could you share about growing up with your dad?”
Mike Malone: “The thing is, I didn’t do much growing around him. When I was seven my mother and I had a huge shock: we thought my father died. One night he’s called into work and the next thing I know, my mom is weeping, and we had the police at our door… We had to live with it.”
Archer: “That must have been a horrible time.”
Mike Malone: “There’s an understatement. It felt like I lost my legs. I could say my father was my whole world, but that doesn‘t express how much he meant to me as a kid. Even today, I can’t think of a time on Earth when I felt more safe, secure or loved than those first seven years with the man we thought was Michael Sean Malone, Sr. Then, he was great.”
Archer: “And what happened when he showed up later in your life?”
(Mike sits back, a breath puffs from his lips, his shoulders fall. Not an event he enjoys recounting.)
Mike Malone: “My father made himself known to me just after my 21st birthday. He appeared to me as an angel in a park just down from my house. At first I couldn’t help it. This was the dad I missed all those years and I was glad to see him. We sat on a park bench and he told me he was a fallen angel and that I should now use his angelic name, Ahiel.
“After that, the rest is like a rocket sled ride…and here we are. I won’t lie. Ahiel put me through hell. But at the same time I have so much to be thankful for, I can’t believe it. I’ve seen and done things no one else gets to do. So I can’t say it hasn’t equaled out for me. I’m on my knees every night thanking God, good or bad. Because of what I’ve been though, I praise God either way.”
Archer: “If you could have your father back the way you remember him during those early years, would you?”
(For a moment there is a look in Mike’s eyes so wistful, I feel a little bad for posing the question.)
Mike Malone: “Um, that’s one of those questions where I don’t want the answer to be overheard. I hope you understand.”
Archer: “ I do. Let’s talk about angels. You know that angels are a big deal in America. You see the little images on everything from stationary to Christmas tree ornaments. I know a few Christian authors who use them as characters to create alternative stories to the Twilight series. Several magazine articles urge us to get in touch with them…I’ve even heard now that we should entertain strangers whenever possible because they could be angels. Do you see this as a problem?”
Mike Malone: “Wow! Well, first I wouldn’t entertain strangers whenever possible because you could get killed. A couple of thousand years ago, Biblical culture was different from America in 2012. Back in the day if you ate salted food with a total stranger you could trust that person with your life. So back then you could invite anyone off the street into your home. Share dinner with them and you were good. Today…not so much.
“As far as the interest in angels over-all: I understand, because it’s natural to be curious about these creatures. I can even see why writers would use them as characters. I mean, you did.”
Archer: “Got me there.”
Mike Malone: “To answer your question, just as I was being introduced to the world of fallen angels, Linda, who was dating me at the time, told me the only supernatural entities we should talk to are God and Jesus, and she had a point.
"Angels aren’t human. They can make themselves look like us, but they are not us. The mind-set is different, focused. They weren’t made to glorify themselves, but God. So when they see all of our cute little pictures and knick knacks of them, to them it’s idolatry and they don’t understand why we do that. Also, it helps cement the attitude of the Fallen that God acted like an idiot when He made man. Mankind is favored by God, and yet we look to angels? I don’t get it either. It’s a little stupid on our part.
“And besides, when they aren’t showing us a human form, they’re downright scary. Most of them are huge. I’m talking twenty, forty feet high. One time I met an actual seraphim. He stood twenty-feet tall, his eyes were like fire and he had a face like chiseled granite. When he looked at me I thought he wanted to bite off my leg. He had a voice so low and deep it sounded like an earthquake. When he unfurled his wings my jaw dropped. I’m talking about a forty-foot span of blazing white. He beat them once and took off so fast he caused a sonic boom.
“I’d say if you want to see an angel, ask God and at the right place, right time, you might get a peek. But even if you do…let me try and explain. Because I have angel blood in my veins, I tend to see them easier than others. So the other day I’m walking down Michigan Avenue and I see this huge angel marching back and forth in front of one of the buildings. I had no idea what he was up to, he didn’t acknowledge me or anyone else. I was fine with that and just went my way.
“When they come to earth, angels either have a message to deliver or a job to do. The best thing to do is stay out of their way. Don’t talk to them, don’t try and be their little friend, they don’t want to be friends. They do love us, but while you’re sitting in your room at night trying to speak to angels, they want to know why you aren’t talking to God. They’re touchy about idolatry that way. Don’t mess with them. Leave them alone. And that’s my advice for the good ones.”
Archer: “Now about the fallen ones. I’m sure people have a number of questions. Could you start by telling us the difference between fallen angels and demons? Are they the same?”
Mike Malone: “No, not at all. The Bible says that one third of all the angels were cast down to Earth. That’s true. But they did not morph into demons.
“Genesis six tells us about the advent of those creatures. The Fallen started to mate with Earth women and gave birth to the first nephilim. They were monsters. I’d be one, too, if Ahiel wasn’t so into tinkering with genes and starting the entire transhumanism thing. He wanted a nephilim that would appeal to the general culture. Like I said, I have many reasons to be thankful. But when the nephilim died their spirits degraded into the demons we have now. They have power but compared to the Fallen it’s like a fly trying to beat up an elephant. No contest.
“The Fallen have so much power that when you hear of nations collapsing or wonder why some places never developed, it’s because the Fallen have turned those places into their playground. But my point is that a demon can’t function on that sort of nation-wide scale. The Fallen can."
Archer: "So what kind of chance do we have?"
Mike Malone: “They’re tough. So much so that when I found out that Ahiel was one of them a Bible scholar told me I would never become born again because of my fallen blood. But it doesn’t matter where you came from or whose blood runs in your veins, or what's happening in the world because the King of Kings trumps it all.”
Archer: “I remember that conversation.”
Mike Malone: “That’s right, you were there.”
Archer: “Do the Fallen ever come after individuals?”
(Mike cringes as he considers the answer.)
Mike Malone: “Uh…yes. My father came after me. But the times they come after regular humans…I promised myself I didn’t want to freak people out, so I won’t talk too much about that. I do keep a close watch on my family, as you can imagine. But we don’t live in fear. If we did then they would win. Fortunately, a number of them are still worried about the damage my Linda did to Nimrod when they met. (He smiles.) That’s my girl!”
Archer: “Is the UFO phenomena the work of the Fallen?”
Mike Malone: “For the most part, yes, even though you do have things like weather balloons and hoaxes going on with it. And there are other entities that make themselves known in a similar manner.
But the Fallen do it to confuse, frighten and lay the ground work for other catastrophe’s they wish to cause. And they aren‘t above drugging people to make them think they‘ve had an abduction experience. They‘ll do anything. Anything that will captivate people and cause them to lose track of the true God.”
Archer: “Could you elaborate on the catastrophe part…?”
Mike Malone: “They’re a race that’s over 5,000 years old and the thing they hate the most is that humans breath. They have supernatural intellect and spent the centuries so far figuring out the most painful way to kill us all. And they are every bit as focused as the holy angels. It would scare you to know the technologies they’ve invented. With them the catastrophes can come from any direction at anytime. The more carnage, the better.”
Archer: “Wow! In that case, maybe we should talk a little about the end times. How much stock do you put in the things being said?”
Mike Malone: “I’ve heard some wild stuff myself, but for those who follow Christianity it gets back to this: Yashuah told us what the signs will be concerning the end. And we’re seeing them happen. But no matter where we are on God’s timeline our faith isn’t supposed to be in the times, or predictions, but God. And we were told to hold down the fort until Christ returns, so that’s what we should do. So if you’re convinced the end is coming, then here’s my advice: answer the calling of the Great Commission. God doesn’t reward people for propping up mediocre Christianity. If you’ve warmed a church pew all your life get up, get out and talk to people. Let them know there is a God of love and forgiveness who welcomes them all. You be the messenger this time. No matter what happens, you have nothing to fear. If you’re a Christian, not even death is the end, it’s a homecoming.”
Archer: “One more thing: will there be a sequel to your story?”
Mike Malone (winks): “I’ll leave that up to you. Let me know when you want to come over and take notes.”
(Mike looks at me, then looks past me. He blinks and says…
Mike Malone: “I’ve enjoyed speaking with you, but I need to leave, right now. I have some business that needs attention.”
Archer: “Does this mean I get to see your armor?”
Mike Malone: “Sure.”
(He stands and the transformation is immediate. One second I’m looking at a young man with a mid-western, farm-boy face, the next second he appears in dazzling silver armor, obsidian trim, a bejeweled sword on his hip, helmet under his arm. I understood what he meant about seeing angels, my own jaw hangs and my eyes bulge. This transformed Mike smiles and in that smile you feel a new day dawn.)
Mike Malone (laughs): “If you think this is something, remember, you’re also wearing it. And I ought to add before I go that any Believer can be a portal guard, all you have to do is pray. My circumstances about it are just a little different is all.”
Archer (still catching my breath, checking my outfit) : “Well…wow…thank you for coming. And thank you for keeping watch, sir.”
Mike Malone: (He slips on his helmet) “Hey, it’s my planet, too! But thank you. If you want to do this again sometime, let me know. I hope your readers enjoy it!”
(In a heart beat, he vanishes. I’m left alone in the office, but then, after this interview…it looks like we only think we’re alone. Well, as Mike said, there’s much to be thankful for and right now I‘m thankful for Mike Malone.)