רֵיֹיֹ  ( Resh Yod Yod ) ReYoYo

הִנֵּה אֱלֹהִים, עֹזֵר לִי יְהוָה; אֲדֹנָי, בְּסֹמְכֵי נַפְשִׁי. – תהילים פרק נד, פסוק ו

Psalms 54:6

Latin Vulgate 54:6 ecce Deus auxiliatur mihi Dominus sustentans animam meam

King James Version 54:6 Behold, God is mine helper: the Lord is with them that uphold my soul.

 רֵיֹיֹאֵל ReYoYoEL  Reiiel – Against the impious and enemies of religion; for deliverance from all enemies both visible and invisible. Virtue and zeal for the propagation of truth, will do his utmost to destroy impiety.

Influence time and dates  09:21 – 09:40 10^th August until the 14^th August inclusively

REIIEL.  His attribute is  God Quick To Help .  He corresponds to the holy divine name of  Zimi  in the language of the Peruvians.  His ray commences from the 141st degree up to the 145th degree inclusive, corresponding to the fifteenth decade and to the angel called Phupe, under the influence of Mars.  He rules over the following days: 17th April, 28th June, 8th September, 19th November, 30th January.  The invocation is done from 9:20am till 9:40am. 

He serves against the impious and the enemies of religion, and to be delivered from all enemies both visible and invisible.  This angel rules over all religious sentiment, divine philosophy and meditation.  The person born under this influence will be distinguished by his virtues and his zeal to propagate truth; he will make every effort to destroy impiety through his writings and by example.

The negative side of this angel rules over fanaticism and hypocrisy; he rules over all those who propagate irreligion through writings and dangerous maxims.

REIIEL report: I really enjoyed this invocation, so it ran a little long… As I sang the versicle, I began to see wildflowers in late summer, a golden, dry field hung with seeds, and patches of green. Yarrow? Chamomile, certainly, and Queen Anne’s lace. Sleepy in the heat, but alive. Field mice in their holes, timid. Was it my own approach that trembled them?

“Angel, show yourself that I may know thee.” [A figure, broad-winged, clothed in linen, of a friendly and human countenance, walking just above the field. In one hand, a long reed; in the other a crystal hanging on a thread.]

“Angel, what is your office concerning me?” Peace upon you and upon all the little ones who fear. I come to confirm you in self-knowledge, & to hold up a mirror that you may see and not doubt.

[A pause. I remember, “They can do nothing unless you ask.”] “Angel, show me your mirror.” [A sudden rush of images and feelings, too quick and sudden to hold. Then I am seeing myself, as if from the other side of the altar. I am different than what I know from the mirror, but similar. More feminine, perhaps; perhaps younger. The room behind me is like mine, but full of magic–floating plants, seals of light, that sort of thing. Something like gossamer wings, or an aura aurora, plays around my shoulders. I look in the eyes of my reflection and see endless wonder. Is this wish fulfillment? It feels good, and soothing, and also perhaps too easy.]

“Angel, what is the meaning of this?” What you see with your outward eyes is true, but filtered through many veils. I show you with eyes of spirit, which are also veiled, for all forms are veils of the formless Life. What you see reveals yourself, more subtly than what is shown. Let it appear in manifestation how you can, though it comes veiled and is thought to be a lie: for those who see only with their outward eyes are misled by them, seeing not the spirit.

By this you shall know the truth of spirit–that it does not waver though the flesh changes, but is always true. Nor is it captured in images or words, but gives birth to them ceaselessly, as the tree creates leaves that fall, & yet the tree remains–and in a leaf you may find written the message that tells of the tree.

“Angel, please help me know my heart’s desire and the purpose for which I came.” [Personal messages that brought me great comfort, and a sense of return to myself after absence]

“What message for Rune Soup and those who talk to angels?” They are as seeds on the wind [blowing a dandelion], led by their own destiny, some here and some there, some to be food for the [birds? angels?] and some to grow and bear seed, but all the ways are to the glory of the gods and the blessing of the earth. For the sacred mysteries are not to be known, but sought by going: and the spirit is ever living and ever free. [I want to stay on the call, and have time, so I ask:] “Angel, what is the meaning of your reed and your stone on a string?” [Gesturing with the reed, the angel points to many things, each of which is highlighted in my mind’s eye] This is truth, that is hollow, yet bears the weight of reality. It directs thy attention, which brings substance to the endless play of form, and all that it points to, is. And this stone is truth, reflecting within all that passes around it, and speaking through its motion those things of itself that cannot be gainsaid, lest one should be caught in lies by the truth that is within. These are tools, and the image of truth: but all images falter before the face of god, who sees their spirit.

Second invocation, 8/15/23

Contact begins with a vision of a veil, like a waterfall, but somehow solid, like a curtain of fine chains or beads on string. “Angel, show yourself that I may know thee.” In the room about me, I see countless hands, shaping and tending each object in sight. The angel is all around me, very gentle, like a circle of hands making mudras and graceful creations. The world begins to take on a shining quality; even the pile of laundry in the corner seems like an adornment on the body of the world, and what was mundane appears marvelous; the angel’s hands touch everything.

“Angel, what is your message at this time?” _Holy holy holy, all that is created by the hand of the Lord: and there is no thing in all of creation that is not of that shaping. Holy holy holy the body of the Lady, which is countless worlds: and her spirit riseth above all creation and inspireth its forms. Beautiful and terrible is the face of the Lady, and mighty the works of the Lord in her honor: and all their children are heirs to this power and inspiration, to create of their lives what is pleasing to them—for in this they are the hands of the gods, whereby creation is given form._

_The work of the artisan is a prayer to the gods who give them both matter and form. Therefore do not hesitate to create, for in this you do the work of the gods—and do not question the desire that informs your creation, for it is the key given for the fulfilment of their design in your nature. The beauty of human works is as the beauty of nature, for all these things are made of god._ An unspoken question, and an instant reply: _Yes, even the furnaces of the factories and the weapons of war, the cities with their fumes and noises—all these are created of the gods through human agency, though rough is the working and but dimly seen the design._ [As I type this, I see also the bizarre and grotesque armaments of bacterial colonies and the boiling sulfurous mud of Yellowstone, as if the angel is showing me parallels in the nonhuman world and at other scales.]

_In your own shaping, remember what is beautiful within you, and your doing will be pleasing to the gods and angels; remember what is true, and your works will endure, as testament to the living God who sustains them._

“Angel, I pray for skill in my hands and all necessary tools for bringing into manifestation the things which are shown me by the angels, and the development of my gifts for the glory of the gods and the good of their people.” _Blessed are you for the prayer which is shaped in your heart; blessed are you in your bringing forth; for the expression of your nature you were brought forth, and the hand of the Lord shapes your hand, and the love of the Lady bends your works to ends you know not. Blessed are the works of the Gods._

The room around me now has the appearance of a treasure-house or hall of wonders, and I feel a stirring within me and awakening in my cells, and see the hands of the angel working inside me. This is no mere vision, but a manifest truth to me. I give praise and gratitude for the abundance and wonder around me, and the working of the gods within, that reveals to me the divinity abiding in mundane things. Truly I am greatly blessed.