The Day the Veil Tore: My 8-Foot Encounter with Archangel Gabriel

From my birth, or rather, since I became aware of it, I was different from others. I perceived things that remained invisible to many. Even in earliest childhood, I experienced encounters with the deceased and also newly departed souls. For my parents, this was always very unsettling; after all, it bordered on paranoia, which would have been understandable. The fact that I saw dead people, of whom I could not have known anything due to time or age, and that this was also confirmed, was, I think, far more burdensome for them than the idea that I might be mentally ill. How was one to grasp that? Such a small child can speak and then tells of friendly or, for me, eerie people who dwell in heaven.

This gift represents both a blessing and a curse. For people who have no experience with it, it often appears fascinating, almost mystical, and romantic notions accompany their perception. Others, however, view it as a crossing of boundaries. It is like an orange, noble curtain tied with magical knots. Something hidden behind it does not want to be seen, and they, by God, do not want to see it—that is their attitude. It is not tangible and certainly not understandable. Germany and German-speaking countries lag a bit behind in this regard. In other countries, this topic is met with much more openness.

Many things happened in those years, and it intensified. Until a day came when something occurred that threatened to tilt my worldview.

So I had to learn from an early age how to deal with this challenge in order to manage this balancing act to some extent. For as long as I can remember, I sought comfort and support from God, and that is exactly where I found it. It was His will that this should be my life path, and there was no period in my life in which He was not by my side. He gave me stability, inspired me, and sometimes let me linger in the silence I urgently needed. During these years, many events took place, and the intensity increased. Until a day when something happened that God ordained and caused my worldview to falter—at least it put it to the test. In every respect, and although I was already familiar with supernatural experiences that an ordinary person cannot even imagine in their wildest dreams.

I was sitting in front of the house. There we had a small, wind-sheltered corner where a small table with four chairs stood. It smelled gently of wild roses while the sun shimmered through the leaves. I enjoyed this little oasis of peace with closed eyes; however, I was not sleeping, but consciously breathing in the rose scent and the energy. Suddenly I noticed that someone was standing next to me and speaking to me. I was startled because I thought I was alone. When I opened my eyes, a huge figure stood next to me. And when I say huge, we are talking about 8.2 feet (2.50 meters) or even more. This person had a strange appearance. A bit of a misshapen face, though I do not wish to offend this man.

He bent down to me a little and spoke words that I can only reproduce from memory, so not in the exact wording: "Hello, I am Archangel Gabriel." Oh my goodness, I thought to myself, I'm going crazy. I see angels. I could no longer trust my eyes or my mind. I was completely out of balance. An angel, actually an angel—angels don't exist! One must know that up to this point, despite my deep love for God, I didn't really believe in angels. I did have a fondness for small angel figurines, but that was all. Who believes that an Archangel would encounter them as in Mary’s time? Such encounters are reserved only for holy people. A thousand thoughts buzzed through my head, and Gabriel? He just smirked at my thoughts. He then spoke a few more words with me and said goodbye.

From that moment on, I heard him and the angels. It was like a phone call without a telephone. It was a wake-up call, a connection was established, or the hidden was made visible. I don't know exactly. But Gabriel teaches me much to this day, as do the other angels. So it was meant to happen. I do not consider myself a Maria. But what God joins together is the highest law, and everything has its purpose.

Gabriel later explained his appearance to me this way: They show themselves to humans in a way that is most understandable for them, the respective individuals. In reality, however, they look quite different. There were numerous moments full of insights that he conveyed to me. Gradually, I got to know and appreciate the other Archangels. I could write entire books about all these experiences, teachings, and insights. In any case, I also received assignments and tasks from them that were often obvious. I founded Engelchanneling. When I did this, the term was actually still unknown. Only through the work of the angels and my role as a practitioner did the word Engelchanneling become a powerful term in the spiritual community. Back then, since it came so effortlessly to me, I assumed that anyone could learn channeling. Unfortunately, that is not the case, and I don't mean that negatively. It is a gift from God that He determines. It unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, cannot simply be learned; rather, God must touch you.

What they shared and showed me, I can publish bit by bit. For now the time has come. What non-selected persons perceive as channeling is often merely their intuition or their feeling about a specific topic. That is not negative in itself, but it has no connection to a real angel channeling. Fundamentally, such a gift cannot be learned; it is bestowed upon you. If God wills it and you prove yourself worthy, He leads you further. But what does it mean to be led further? It does not mean fame or wealth, otherwise Jesus would not have died on the cross but would have sat in a palace where every wish was read from his lips. It is both a curse and a blessing, but it brings one as close to God as is possible on earth, and that is indescribably beautiful.

With light-filled greetings,

Jasmina