From the introduction to Mysteries of the Holy Grail

One of the most memorable experiences of my life took place when the messenger of God descended from the heights of cosmic consciousness in answer to my call for his intercession in the healing of a sweet child of light, who, by some freak of darkness, had been shot at close range with a .30-06 rifle by the neighborhood bully. The single bullet entered his right side, went through part of his liver and spleen, and passed three-eighths of an inch from the heart, shattering his elbow and finally lodging in his wrist.

I saw with my own eyes the skill, the love, the infinite patience of Gabriel as he tended this child day by day for months until he was made whole. The doctors said the only reason he survived was his “will to live.” He came to be known as the miracle child of Kootenai Hospital.

To see the heavens opened, to see an archangel whose daily duties take him to the Great Central Sun and across the galaxies so personally involved in the life of one child—one beautiful child—is enough to move my soul to eternal devotion and sacrifice, that the gifts of God so readily available through prayer and the dynamic decree might be placed directly in the hands of the loving servants of Christ on earth and all who can believe in the attendance of holy angels in their lives.

Many believers prayed for that child and not I alone. But I was the witnesss—in full waking consciousness, with my eyes open wide to the inner planes, I saw how the fire of my heart penetrated the veil and made the initial contact with Archangel Gabriel by the call of deep love that always compels love’s answer.

To be sure, my call was reinforced in a prayer vigil of the hours held by classmates, family and friends for one small boy who had a right to live, whose heart had earned the attention of an archangel. Gabriel was the Friend who championed his cause like a Knight of cosmos, like the Good Physician, so that he could laugh and play and sing and grow with the wind and the stars to become a man and to fulfill his destiny—not alone on earth, but in the vast beyond that is still his to discover by the grace of the hosts of the LORD and one glorious archangel named Gabriel.

You can imagine my joy when this child, after months of operations, hospitalization, and convalescence, walked up to the altar a year later on Easter morning to receive the baptism of Jesus Christ. With tears blinding my eyes, I said to Stephen: “Are you whole?” He answered, “Yes, I am whole!” Praise the LORD and praise him in his servant Archangel Gabriel, our friend!

Mysteries of the Holy Grail

Archangel Gabriel

Elizabeth Clare Prophet

1984, Summit University Press, pp. 9-11