נֻלָכָ ( Nun Lamed Caf ) NuLaCa

וַאֲנִי, עָלֶיךָ בָטַחְתִּי יְהוָה; אָמַרְתִּי, אֱלֹהַי אָתָּה. תהילים פרק לא:טו

Psalms 31:15

Latin Vulgate 31:15 (Ambelain 31:14) ego autem in te speravi Domine dixi Deus meus es tu

King James Version 31:15 But I trusted in thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my God.

 נֻלָכָאֵל NuLaCha EL Nelecael – Against calumniators and spells and for the destruction of evil spirits. Governs astronomy, mathematics, geography and all abstract sciences. Loves poetry, literature, avid for study.

Influence time and dates  06:41 – 07:00 1th July until the 5th July inclusively

  NELCHAEL.  His attribute is  God is One and Unique .  He corresponds to the name Bueg in the language of the Bohemians.  His ray begins at the 101st degree up to the 105th degree inclusive, corresponding to the eleventh decade and to the angel called Sith, under the influence of Mercury.  He presides over these days: 9th April, 20th June, 31st August, 11th November, 22nd January.  The invocation is made between 6:40am and 7:00am.

He serves against calumniators, charms, and works to destroy the power of evil spirits.  This angel rules over astronomy, mathematics, geography and all abstract sciences; he influences the wise and philosophers.  The person born under this influence loves poetry and literature, and have a passion for study; he will distinguish himself in mathematics and geometry.

The negative side of this angel rules ignorance, error and prejudice.

A point of light descending from the sun; all becomes bright.

“Angel, show thyself.” A bee, dancing in weaving patterns, describing a sphere which drips with honey. A hive full of bees; I am inside. The Queen is a magnificent, beautiful androgen, sparkling with topaz and crystals. She offers me a globe of honey and bids me eat. It is like fire and sweetness. My mind is filled with whirling that gradually forms vast temples of fractal geometries.

“Angel, what is thy office concerning me?” I am the opener of the temples of your mind to the wonders of the One Thing, the temple of the Architect in whom you partake and the delight of your highest mind. I am form and function united and bring you to wholeness and elegance in which each part has correspondence with the whole in order, and will make you to be free of dulness and distate for higher things.

The feeling is thick, heady, an insistent humming and dizzying fractal spirals and crystalline gold, very fluid and yet geometric. It is difficult to hold in my mind, but becomes easier.

“Angel, show me what I can take back into my daily like as an anchor to this place.” A webbed cocoon inside a hive; the being within is dark, but threads of gold spin it into a full and beautiful creature; it hatches and spins threads of gold within the outer world, which is also a being in a cocoon. Meaning grows from the inside out. Attention to the implicit order is a healer against fragmentation.

Honey, water, sap, semen, juice flows through a lattice of stable connections, helping them to live and flow. I asperse the seal, and Nelchael is before me as a beautiful figure, quiet and very alive.

“Help me to know my own genius.” [looping angelic figure like an infinity sign] I see myself, woven out of different patterns, looping paths that stitch and weave in an eccentric poetry of form. There is a sense of deep presence, grounding and surrounding me. I feel, as if from outside, the patient work of my angel in the world, returning what is fixed and dead into a glowing smoke or airy fluid.

“What message for those who talk to angels?” Each of you is a worker in a greater pattern, but you hold the seed of the whole within yourself. Make your work perfect and complete, and it will reveal the gates that lead beyond itself into the whole pattern which it nevertheless contains. It is supposed to be beyond understanding, and it is complete when it can no longer be contained by any limited viewpoint. The logic leads beyond logic; these geometries give the shape of a door that leads to flowing life and the deeper geometries of wind and sunlight and the movement of spirit as a breath in the heart of grass or like the way of a poet with what cannot be told, but still conveyed in the spaces between.

Contact begins with the impression of a matrix composed of many points in a grid in which adjected layers are nestled in the spaces between each other, like certain salts.

“Angel, show thyself.” A clear, distinct, and detailed hypercuboidal structure, like a wireframe slowly morphing, its edges iridescent with suggestions of movement in more dimensions than I can yet visualize. Each face, though completely clear, has a surface like a thin film, also iridescent, like a soap bubble on an incredibly complex frame, slowly morphing.

“Angel, what is thy message for me?” _Your understanding is limited by the constraints of your body, and the truth is broader than you can know. It is the same at all times and all places, though to you [humans] it seems to change: And what is put in words and images is but a small reflection of a greater truth, not other than truth, but not all the truth. You who are human, mystery is your mother, and the way of unfolding: leave it to God to know all things, and focus on what’s before you. It’s not for understanding, but for experiencing, which is a gift given only to flesh.

“Angel, help me to bring my work and desire into harmony.” The image of a gnarled tree: woodcutters chop at it, but their axes are dulled, and the tree is unharmed. _Even so with you: those who put their labor against life are frustrated. The work of the tree is not other than its pleasure. Let yourself grow thus: for no purpose but the unfolding of thy seed. We the angels will fend off the blades of the hewers, and those who would carve straight beams from thy crooked wood._

“Thank you, angel.” The contact ends.