יֹרֵתָ ( yod resh tav ) YoReTa

חַלְּצֵנִי יְהוָה, מֵאָדָם רָע; מֵאִישׁ חֲמָסִים תִּנְצְרֵנִי. – תהילים פרק קמ, פסוק ב

Psalms 140:2

Latin Vulgate 140:2 eripe me Domine ab homine malo a viris iniquis serva me

King James Version 140:2 Deliver me, O LORD, from the evil man: preserve me from the violent man.

 יֹרֵתָאֵל YoReTaEL  Jerathel – To confound wrong-doers and liars and for deliverance from one’s enemies. Governs propagation of light (sic), civilization. Love (sic) peace, justice, science and arts; special affinity for literature.

Influence time and dates  08:41 – 09:00 31th July until the 4th August inclusively

IERATHEL.  His attribute is  God Who Punishes The Wicked .  He corresponds to the holy divine names of  Teos  in the language of the Copts.  His ray commences from the 131st degree up to the 135th degree inclusive, corresponding to the fourteenth decade and to the angel called Hepe, under the influence of Jupiter.  He rules over the following days: 15th April, 26th June, 6th September, 17th November, 28th January.

He serves to confound the wicked and slanderers, and to be delivered from our enemies.  This angel protects those who provoke us and unjustly attack us.  He rules over the propagation of light, civilization and liberty.  The person born under this influence loves peace, justice, sciences and the arts, and he distinguishes himself in literature.

The negative side of this angel rules over ignorance, slavery and intolerance.

The card bearing the seal is a black gate or monolith. Wings on either side of me.

“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” A green serpent, flanked by wings, behind me. A feeling like a circlet or crown on my head. Very quiet.

“Angel, what is your office concerning me?” I bring you rest, and hold at bay those who clamor for your attention, so that in silence and solitude you may know peace, and hear the voice of those that love you, and be comforted. Silence.

“Angel, do you have a message for me?” Be patient, human. You are still hungry for what is beyond you, but I give you all that you need already. Silence. Images arise, of bodies striving, violent or sexual. These slowly fade and are replaced by an alembic, bubbling quietly, and a tidy room, and deep calm. Like Ogion’s house. I relax, hearing the noises of the city, and cicadas buzzing. Wings beat softly in my peripheral vision. The wind stirs in the the trees.

I light lamps on either side of you, subtle, and their names are peace. What exists is already perfect: be at peace, and know god in the movement of your life moment to moment. Wanting nothing, what can harm you? Be still awhile… Moments of vision: a geometric field; floating ribbons of light like incense smoke.

“Angel, how may I find peace among the humans?” Go simply, live simply, and love but do not lose sight of the peace. Dwell ever in the gates of the temple of your heart, and see what passes through: and though hell itself shall arise, yet it too shall pass: for being empty of desire, you become a gate, and there is none to seize you.

“Angel, what message for those who talk to angels?” Be of good cheer: for already is born, within, the one that comes into the kingdom of peace–and as a little child you shall enter, wondering, and all confusion fall away in the simplicity of your direct experience, and peace and joy require no cause nor ornament. A bouquet of white flowers, with feathers inside. Look well at what is sent to you, and give thanks: even the smallest among things brings hidden gifts, and there is no end to the wonders that unfold in silence.

It is very still. Images arise: A pond among cattails; a heron; evening.

Contact begins with the flashing image of a black door, surrounded by countless wings. The darkness cracks open, spilling a soft light that plays in ribbons, as if through trails of rising smoke. _Enter in, child of earth, and know peace and all things that are to thy benefit._

As I pass the portal, the wings gather close, like a cloud of feathery butterflies. A flower like a lily, rose, passionflower, purple iris grows slowly in a field of infinite light. It is very quiet. The flower opens endlessly, transforming from within. Its scent is like frankincense and sandalwood, lightly floral, with benzoin and myrrh.

“Angel, what is your message at this time?” _Abide in silence a while child, and hear the place from which words arise._ Formlessness. A space of abstract shapes and forms that dissolve as quickly as they arise. A valley filling slowly with water. I let go of thoughts and look and listen for the thinker. I am surprised by a long inspiration, and realize I’ve been holding my breath. Two wings appear between my brows and remain there. It is clear and peaceful.

“Angel, thank you. I pray you, preserve me and my loved ones from all malice and envy, and every scheme of those who wish us ill.” _As you abide in me, and in this place, what harm can reach you? And in your going forth in the world the angels are about you, and thus you are as one veiled in the cloud, invisible to your enemies, whose thoughts are loud in their own ears and who are blinded by their imaginings. Yet take care that you return, when you are in need, to this place: for the gate is always open, and you will find refuge. This peace extends about you, and those who know you will hear, unspoken, the words of peace, and the scent of heaven will be in their nostrils, for the gate of peace poureth for all, when any enter therein; and all the world is blessed by the ones who dwell within._

_And this message I give to all who call on my name: not form, but the source of form, not voice but the silence from which words arise, not thought or feeling, but these fields of peace that give rise to thought and feeling. These are your birthright: but they must be sought in earnest prayer and refinement of spirit, for subtle is the way of the angels, and the approach to the gates of holiness. Blessed be the nameless Name, the formless Form, the field of nectar, the true and living god. Amen._