הֵרֵיֹ  (hey resh yod) –- HeReYo

וַיְהִי יְהוָה לִי לְמִשְׂגָּב; וֵאלֹהַי, לְצוּר מַחְסִי.. תהילים פרק צד:כב

The Book of Psalms Chapter 94:22

Latin Vulgate 94:22 erit autem Dominus mihi in refugium et Deus meus quasi petra spei meae

King James Version 94:22 But the LORD is my defence; and my God is the rock of my refuge.

הֵרֵיֹאֵל HeReYoEL Hariel –

Against the impious. Governs sciences and arts. Religious sentiments, morally pure.

Influence time and dates  04:41 – 05:00 31th May until the 4th June inclusively

HARIEL.  His attribute is  Creator God .  He corresponds to the holy names  Idio  or  Iddio , from the Italian tongue.  His ray begins at the 71st degree up to the 75th degree inclusive, corresponding to the eighth decade and to the angel called Ouere.  He rules over the following days:  3rd April, 14th June, 25th August, 5th

November, 16th January.  One invokes this angel against those who blaspheme against religion.

The auspicious time begins at 4:40am till 5:00am.  This angel rules over the arts and sciences; he influences useful discoveries and new methodologies.  The person born under this influence will love the company of good people; he will love religious sentiment and will distinguish himself through the purity of his morals.

The negative side of this angel rules over schisms, and religious wars; he influences the impious and all those who spread dangerous sects, and search for the means to establish them anew.

A spinning crystal of many faces, pulsing with color. A ringing in the ears and electric hum. The air is charged. A tall dark figure in the crystal, with flowing skirts, powerful.

“What is thy office concerning me?” The voice is clear and sharp. I come to shake from you the dust of false belief or to remove delusion that you may see clearly the things of truth. I am a purifier of the senses. Waves of tingling across my shoulders, convergin on the heart. My head is a crystal full of lightning.

“How may I understand this?” It is not understanding I bring, but the conditions for understanding. I bring alert emptiness, that you may be filled and give forth, and yet be empty.

Two angels who are one being stand behind me to either side and rock me back and forth. My body is filled with sensation.

“Grant me clear vision, I pray, inside and out.” A landscape unfolds in the crystal of my mind, holding all the landscapes of my dreams, one and comprehensible. Stars spiralling; the constellation Orion as a winged figure with a serpent around the waist. Sexual arousal.

“What message for the humans who talk to angels?” The thoughts you have are only clouds. How you think is important: be clear and embodied. The divine order is grand and subtle; do not think to grasp it all, but take refuge in immediate truth, watch closely, and the secrets of small things will be revealed to you in wonder, and you will learn what has been hidden that is to your benefit. This is not a structure of ideas, but true engagement with the conditions of your existence, which are beyond all your ideas.

Your questions hold what you already know; ask and let them go so that new answers may appear. Each being has many sides, many eyes, many wings: error is in taking the small view for the large view. Truth is too simple for words, and infinite in complexity. Therefore let your thinking be simple and direct, and your thoughts will trace out the contours of one face of the God of Truth. Body is the mind of God.

“I pray for blessing: let my mind be clear, and my heart true in understanding.” A robed angel with a diamond head. The robe opens. A woman; a beast with many forms. Abundant flowers and bones. All the world behind.

Second invocation, 6/6/23

During the invocation, repeated images of clouds over the ocean and a feeling of pressure in the air. Contact begins with the sensation that the afterimage of the candles on my closed eyelids is brighter than the flames themselves.

“Angel, show thyself.” The afterimages become two eyes opening in darkness, which has the feeling of a formless, chaotic, roiling storm. A figure comes forward between the eyes, clothed in billowing brilliant white, very dynamic. They hold forward their hand as if in blessing. I become aware that they are standing between the eyes of a tremendous dragon, whose body is the primal chaos or storm I had felt.

“Angel, what is thy message at this time?” A rushing sound and feeling of tingling waves through my body. _Turn your face toward the depths, and let your soul dwell on the fertile void that is the dream of your mother, shapeless until drawn forth, and burgeoning with form. Hide not in habit, but make new your spirit each day, as the gods draw each dawn fresh from the waters below the firmament, reborn from darkness, not again but anew._

The angel now holds in their hand a multifaceted structure, like a crystal framework in more than the usual number of dimensions, constantly in self-transforming motion, flashing out from its faces beams of varicolored light. Where these fall on the darkness, forms are revealed: half-human faces; bodies with many limbs; scaly coils; monstrosities and chimerae, all formed from the chaotic mass of the body of the dragon. I understand myself to be of similar nature: a temporary and changeable form brought forth into light for the span of this life. The light of the angel’s lamp, where it falls on me, is the spirit that draws me into discrete and individual existence. When the light moves elsewhere, this form returns into the massy chaos, but the light lives and remembers.

I am shown another form: winged, hooved, and horned like a Baphomet; I am told that this form also belongs to me, as a portion of the life given by the dragon, and is as a companion or guardian. (Perhaps like a fetch, or astral form…?)

The voice of the angel: _Between light and darkness all things are brought forth in mystery, and in wonder the gods prepare all things, that they may know their desires and the truth of their nature, which is dark and celestial, protean and ever changing, unfolding and returning and eternal—the serpent and the rose, the flower in its blossom and fading, exquisite specificity of body in the one light of unbounded spirit. O human! If you saw the subtle design, even the filthiest thing, despised of earth, would draw forth your praise: how much more would you revel in the life given to you, and fall speechless before the majesty that is throned in the waters of heaven, and the countless lamps of the host of the gods: Holy, holy, holy. And lest you fear annihilation in the flow of the flood of all things, I show you this:_

Within my chest, I become aware of a lamp like the angel’s, illuminating my being from within, and I know that I will outlive this holy, monstrous, and transient form.