סָיֹטֵ   (Samech Yod Tet) SaYoTe

צא:ב אֹמַר–לַיהוָה, מַחְסִי וּמְצוּדָתִי; אֱלֹהַי, אֶבְטַח-בּוֹ.  תהילים פרק

Latin Vulgate 90:2 Dicens Domino spes mea et fortitudo mea Deus meus confidam in eum

Ambelain: Dicet Dei: susceptor meus es tu et refugium meum; Deus meus, sperabo in eum

King James Version 91:2 I will say of the LORD, they are my refuge and my fortress: my God; in them will I trust.

סָיֹטֵאֵל SaYoTeEL / Sitael

Influence time and dates 00:41 – 01:00; 31st March until 4th April inclusively. They preside over the following days: March 22, June 2, August 13, October 24, January 4.

SITAEL. Their attribute is God of Hope. Their ray begins at the 11th degree of the circle to the 15th inclusive, corresponding to the second decade and to the angel called Chontachre, under the influence of the Sun.

One invokes this angel against adversity; they rule over nobility, magnanimity, and great works; they protect against arms and ferocious beasts. A person born under this influence loves truth; keeps their word, and takes pleasure in helping those who need assistance.

The negative side of this angel rules hypocrisy, ingratitude, and perjury.

FIRST CONVERSATION

Sitael appears bearing a lantern like a strong lighthouse, a beacon burning with greatness of spirit.

“Angel, what is thy message at this time?” A burning bosom. Call me when in doubt or need of succor; I am there in the calling. I give the gift of calm presence and steadiness. Trust without resistance, whole without effort. I grant courage in speaking truth without attachment to outcome. I am the mysterious mechanism of providence.

SECOND CONVERSATION

My notes from the previous call of this angel are quite brief compared to those near the end of the first circle. My intention in this call is to receive more information. I have on the altar an image I’ve drawn based on the angel’s previous appearance of the angel.

The invocation feels very clear and powerful. During the prayer of the Lady with which I begin my practice, at the name Sophia, a tambourine on a shelf nearby suddenly falls with a clear tone, and no obvious cause. Reflecting on the occurrence now, I take it as a sign that a prayer I made this morning for healing (involving a literal person named Sophia, from whom I had once received a ritual drum) has been heard.

After singing the versicle, I wait for a moment. It is very quiet — no cars, no airplanes, no voices. Room to think and feel. I realize I am experiencing my home, with its many windows, as being the interior of a lantern, and I feel very safe. After a while without a sign, but feeling the presence of angelic mind, I decide the angel is waiting for me to speak.

“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” I see the flame of a lamp within a lamp made of nested many-faceted crystal shells which shape the light even as they transmit it. Moving toward the outer shells, I see a great mechanism of surfaces, shaped in the likeness of all the things of earth, lit from within by one light, and each shell a world and a source of light to those further out, but the light is not dimmed, as it is relit within each frame through which it shines as if it were the inmost. I am aware of my physical surroundings as illuminated as if from within.

“Angel, I give thanks for the light of your shining, and for the joy of passing it along to those in need of hope” (thinking of a person who had reached out to me for support). Silence, then the feeling of a presence in the room with me, slowly circling my chair and the altar clockwise, continuing for some time, like one keeping watch over a fire. Eventually, I hear the faint echo of a chanted song, and decide to repeat the versicle to strengthen the connection.

“Angel, what message do you have for me at this time?” The answer comes as a mix of words and images, which I translate as follows: I work in circles, reflecting the light of the center, feeding it so it may shine, protecting it from the winds. Circles, through repetition, become strong as stones to withstand the storm. I feel the storm, and its passing. Thus, by tending the light of another, there is strength at the center. The light feeds me, houses me; thus there is strength at the edge of the circle, which is always also another center, and a source of light. Nor can the center see the light it casts, even as the heart of the light is not blinded by brightness, but turning inward sees with clear vision the darkness safe and soft.

I sing the versicle again, hearing the angel’s call to circular repetition. Then, “Angel, what may I do for the protection of myself, my family, and my community against adversity?” Gather among yourselves in circles, give song together and share food: and so you will be well and strong and among friends, in whatever comes.