I came across this Native American Indian Prayer, and while I do
not read the entire text as being about Michael, I have highlighted what reminds me of him. I do not interprete the highlighted part as Michael faking his death (would he do such a cruel thing to his children??....), I interprete it in the spiritual way. his body died, his spirit is very much alive.
An Indian Prayer I give you this one thought to keep,
I'm with you still. I do no sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone
I am with you still, in each new dawn.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand there at my grave an cry
I am not there, I did not die