לָאָוָ ( Lamed Alef Vav ) LaAVa

–   יְהוָה אֲדֹנֵינוּ– מָה-אַדִּיר שִׁמְךָ, בְּכָל-הָאָרֶץ; אֲשֶׁר תְּנָה הוֹדְךָ, עַל-הַשָּׁמָיִם. תהילים פרק ח:ב

The Book of Psalms Chapter 8:2

Latin Vulgate 8:2 Domine Dominator noster quam grande est nomen tuum in universa terra qui posuisti gloriam tuam super caelos

King James Version 8:2 O LORD our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth! who hast set thy glory above the heavens.

 לָאָוָיָה LaAVaYA  Lauviah –

To be invoked while fasting. Against mental anguish, sadness. Governs high sciences, marvelous discoveries. Gives revelations in dreams. Loves music, poetry, literature and philosophy.

Influence time and dates  05:21 – 05:40 10th June until the 15th June inclusively

  LAUVIAH.  His attribute is  Admirable God .  He corresponds to the name of  Goth , from the German tongue.  His ray begins at the 81st degree up to the 85th degree inclusive, corresponding to the ninth decade and to the angel called Phuor, under the influence of the Sun.  He rules over the following days:  5th April, 16th June, 27th August, 7th November, 18th January.  This angel and those which follow belong to the Third Order of Angels called the Choir of Thrones The invocation is made each day of fasting, from 5:00am till 5:20am;

He serves against spiritual torment, sadness and to sleep well at night.  He rules over the high sciences, marvelous discoveries, and gives revelations in dreams.  The person who is born under this influence will love music, poetry, literature and philosophy.

The negative side of this angel dominates atheism, impious philosophers and all those who attack religious dogma.

A bird woman in a tree singing to the stars a haunting melody. Wings for arms dripping with jewels, beautiful androgyn bending over me, wrapping wings about me to form a shelter.

“Angel, what is thy office concerning me? Sssh, child, be still. I am the quiet in your heart in moments of joy, whose role is to connect you to the divine in all things. I disrupt the chain of cause and effect to allow new causes from subtle spaces and dimensions beyond understanding, that thy heart and the world may be redeemed from the machine.

“I accept this gift. Let it expand in me.” Quiet beyond the rain and voices, beyond the airplanes, beyond my own thoughts. Soft shifting lights. Briefly, an old wine-vase. The folds of labia. Hands cupped around a candle flame. Peace.

“What message for the others who speak with angels?” Truth springs forth unceasingly within the heart, but may be hidden by the cloud of thought. Be still and open to what is ever present, and the divine will open in moments between thought, in the spaces of dreams. This does not go further outward, but closer in, until attention can hold all the world in quietness of spirit, undisturbed by what changes and flickers. The world as ripples on the surface of dark water. A soft light flickers on the waves. A leaf falls into the water, softly, and the entire surface shifts to hold it, easily, effortlessly.

“I pray for peace in the hearts of those in distress whom I love.” Washing bodies by hands, with lavender water. Each drop scintillates in slow motion. Gently contact fades, leaving quiet: but the Angel is still present.

“Lauviah, I pray that you grant skill and sensitivity in my art, and deep recollection of dreams.” Wind among the stars; singing high and quiet and breathless.

Second invocation, 6/15/23

A wheel of stars. A vision unfolds softly, but in crisp detail: night is falling; wind in the trees. A sense of anticipation. In a tree nearby, a bird with the face of a woman: she is singing, and her song is the sound of the wind, and also somehow the music of the spheres.

“Angel, what is your message for me at this time?” _Shhhh, listen._ In the waking world: distant traffic, airplanes, wind chimes. To the inner ear: crickets, running water. Then, very quiet, a complex, multivocal melody. It brings tenderness to my heart, and vanquishes words for a while. I am brought near the edge of tears, into stillness and peace. A glowing circle rests in the air around me and the tree and bird, and rolling field. It has subtle markings like lines of light extending out from it, constantly shifting, that appear to refer to the movements of leaves, or stars, or breezes.

“Angel, help me understand.” _You will not understand with your mind, as a human, but with your heart and your belly and the depths of your being as do the beasts, who stray not from the nature appointed to them, and obey in everything the law of their being. Thus you do also._ A low, rumbling, thundering sound in my physical ears. _Let go of what you think to make room for mystery and its unfolding: put your faith in only what you directly experience: for there are wonders in this world that are hidden from the mind, but revealed to those whose guidance is in the going, who have less precept than practice, who perceive what is before them without question. See that it is thus with you._

In silence I watch as the stars lengthen like fingers, passing through the circle, touching here and there, stroking my skin, at first gently, then firmly; I am shivering and alive with exquisite sensations. _I will teach you a new song, that is for your dreaming, that you may move beyond what you know, and understand mystery._

The following syllables were delivered very clearly, and repeated until I wrote them down. No tune was given.

                Te li ka phor phor li ka te qos

                Li ta me phokos

                Te mi la larala phokos

                Abe ki cora tema kaiphos

                Corellon cora amen

I sing the song back three times, trying different melodies: then the bird woman flies suddenly toward my face, but I feel her enter me from behind, and I feel phantom breasts beat with song, and hair I do not have blowing in a gentle wind, and I watch the stars weave webs among themselves, until great beings stand forth among them, some like humans but most not, and together they stoop low over the earth, washing it in water (or blood?) from cups they hold, then I see they are scrying in the body of the earth as in a bowl of water or crystal. I do not see what they see, but the earth becomes a sphere of translucent gold, in the depths of which serpents trace paths like seals or letters: and the star-beings laugh, and say, It is well, what has been accomplished among the heavens, and marvelous are the works of the gods.

Then the spirit of the angel passes from me, and the stars return to their orbits, and the earth is as it is, and night has fallen, and in my waking ears, a bird begins singing in the trees. As soon as I complete the ritual, I receive a text message: a neighbor tells me she had a dream about me, standing in a garden. For the two nights since this call I have been experiencing unusually vivid dreams, both waking and sleeping, including receiving further instructions for a Solstice working that’s been given to me bit by bit by previous angels. Friends have been reaching out with dreams and High Weirdness, synchronicities are off the hook, and life is beginning to feel like a cross between Lovecraft and L’Engle.