Jasmine Miller: In God I Trust

A colleague recently came up to me and asked: “What’s this I hear about you working with the angels? Is it Christian?”

“I’m Christian, but the work I do is non-denominational,” I answered.

“But are your angels from God?” she wanted to know.

Annoyed, I countered: “Where do you think angels come from?”

Wisely, she backed off.

I wish that little encounter had ended differently. There was so much that I could have shared about my beliefs and the spiritual work that I do, yet because I knew it would be difficult for her to accept something that was beyond the boundaries of her Catholic faith, I was loath to try.

If I had the chance to repeat the encounter, this is what I would say:

I love and believe in God. I believe He created the universe and all who live in it. I believe He created the angels, and that they continue to serve Him and help mankind today, as they have from the very beginning.

But I also believe that God has given me gifts that He would like me to use for the benefit of my fellow men. His angels woke me up to that fact, and they now continuously help and work with me to achieve this. In a way, they are my mentors, my guides and my colleagues.

In no way am I implying that I am better or more virtuous than others to merit this position. But I do accept and claim the fact that I am a divine being, created by God in His image.

I still call myself a Christian because my faith in my God hasn’t changed since my spiritual awakening. But my blind acceptance of many of the things that I’d been taught as a Christian has.

I believe that everyone in this world – whatever faith, colour or creed – are children of one and the same God.

God. Allah. Spirit, Yahweh, the Great Mother. To me, they are all names of one loving, all-knowing Creator.

Just as I answer to the name I was born with, as well as the name I was baptized with, and even to the nickname that my family and friends call me by, I don’t see why God shouldn’t or can’t answer to several names, either.

And now that I’ve had time to meditate and think about it, I no longer accept that God is solely male. Or female.

For me, He is God the Father, God the Mother and God the Son. For that is the family nucleus of all living beings, and we are made in His image. God embodies all these aspects, so I believe He is both male and female.

Just take a look at your spouse or partner. Do you honestly think that an all-male or all-female God could create both men and women, with all their complex, complicated thought processes, emotional hang-ups and physical traits, if He didn’t share or understand them at all?

But because I’m not bothered about being politically correct, I don’t see myself beginning a prayer with “Mother-Father God”, just to cover all my bases, anytime soon. It’s just too much of a mouthful for me.

And I’ve gone too many years calling Him God to try to change now, although I totally respect “Spirit” and the “Divine Feminine” that so many others refer to.

After all, if God is as much a woman as I am, He’ll understand and not mind that I keep referring to Him as a male. He knows where I’m coming from. As Shakespeare said, “A rose by any other name smells just as sweet.” So I doubt He’ll plead a case of mistaken identity when I call to Him.

What’s more important, for me, is that I remember not to box Him in. For God is too big to be kept in a box, no matter how large or beautiful I try to make it.

I remember how, when Mother Mary first appeared to me in a vision, I thought: Why is Mary coming to me with a message? I’m not a Catholic.

I also remember how a well-meaning Catholic aunt, on hearing that Mary had been appearing to me with messages, went to speak to her parish priest about these incidents without my knowing. And how the concerned priest had suggested that I should go into the church’s meditation room to pray, and see if Mary would appear to me there.

Offended, I refused to do it then. But when I look back on those incidents now, I have to laugh.

Does it really make a difference what religion I subscribe to if a divine guide or messenger chooses to appear before me? And does its divinity count only if it appears to me on what people consider holy ground?

Did the virgin Mary say to Archangel Gabriel, who came to tell her that she would give birth to Jesus, say: “But why are you here? Why me?”

Or did prophet Mohamed say to the angel Djibril (the name by which the Quran calls Archangel Gabriel), who appeared to dictate the Quran to him, ask similar questions?

Perhaps. Being human, they probably did. But what made the difference in their lives and – as a result – to history, was that they both believed and trusted in God, and they acted on their faith.

I’d like to think that I can do that too. For I do believe that God is far too mighty to be fenced within the boundaries dictated by men and organized religion. I also believe that all divine guides and messengers who come from the light come from the same Source.

And if I’m just brave enough to step up to the plate and give it my best shot when I am asked to, I too can make a difference.

Best of all, so can you.

About the Columnist

Jasmine Miller is a journalist with 23 years’ experience. In her 28-year career, she has written for newspapers and magazines, edited magazines and books, and done public relations work. She has been “sensitive” to the spirit world ever since she was little, but never explored her gifts until the angels firmly introduced themselves to her five years ago, when she and her family were in Perth. It took her more than a year to overcome what she calls “the typical journalist’s scepticism” and accept that she had a divine calling, late though it came in her life. Now she works closely with the angels and archangels, and channels Mother Mary, Archangel Gabriel and Archangel Michael. She also does angel healing. In one channelling session with Elisabeth Jensen, the angels called her “Jasmine of the Angels”. She can be contacted at